[Intro: Dr. Doom]
My servants began to forge what was to become
The most dreaded costume on the face of the earth

The last thing to fit was the mask
Will it conform to my twisted features in comfort


[Verse 1: MF Doom]
He cleans his metal mask with gasoline, they after him
Last seen pulling chicks like a fiend pull a fast one

Can't put %#@! past him
Got ^!$$%s on his own team mad enough to blast him
!@^$ed in real life, on the mic Rain Man

Stand close to his main man like a chain gang
Who give a $#&@ about who or they fancy crew
That's no mystery that Hardy Boys do with Nancy Drew

Sorta with her drawers down quarter
The extorter bring slaughter like "Well I oughta"
I suggest you hand over the formula dulla

A villain in your land, in his land a ruler
Hard hitting like puffing a woola with Lieutenant Uhura
Every day feel like it's an off day with Ferris Bueller

Brother pull heat to prove they not sweet
No matter how you spell it, we still got beats


[Verse 2: Kurious]
Don't question how we live, question what we give
Take it to the next leave 'em where they can't see me

Still they judge, but they be butt $$#
Twist that wig like a muppet, keep it simple, can't truss it
Light's the fuel, mic is the tool

Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel, finish what I start
Mastered the art, living hell can't explain it
Inhale confuse it more, cop the .44

Contemplate, meditate, dictate
I direct my direct fate, coming of late
Kurious, can I say %#@!

Do it for CottleRock, do it for K.Nit
(RIP)
K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C

(Eternally for M-I-C)
Only we save we


[Verse 3: MF Doom]
By candlelight my hand will write these rhymes 'til I'm burnt out
Mostly from experience, %#@! that I learned about

Topics and views, generally concerned about
With different ways to come up and earn clout
I take a look at my life and pace the trails

From Tablik and savage females with fake nails to face veils
You out your frame but still bagging 'em too
You know I know, these hoes be asking me if I'm you

Like my twin brother, we did everything together
From hundred raka'at salats to copping butter leathers
Remember when you went and got the dark blue Ballys

I had all the different color Cazals and Gazelles
The "SUBROC" three-finger ring with the ruby in the "O", ock
Truly the illest dynamic duo on the whole block

I keep a flick of you with the machete sword in your hand
Everything is going according to plan man