Trap Door Lyrics

[MF Doom] He moves the crowd like a cursor on Doom No curse words, Doom the worst church nerd verse heard Appeared blurred to a million true believers Here's the supervillain armed dealer to the divas Catch, amongst other world scandals Butter pearl handles to match your girl's sandals Plan was hatched by a pack of old vandals Who flag was a black and gold patch with bloody anvils "Hit 'Em to the Head" was the motto And one more time to make sure them dead, BLAKKO When you throw blows in a knife fight Paco That's how it goes in this +Modern Life+ like +Rocko+ Clock dough 24-7 cycle When it comes to flows he got more than a mic full Pull a broad like a dyke bull on a long bid You're messin with the wrong kids Michael ... it ain't Jack-son For him to flip scripts like camera, action Villain! Grew up by the laws of attraction For future generation's information - the black one ... Move the crowd like a buddha cloud The purple, puff puff pass 'round the circle A jerk well renowned for his work skill He's out, the proof is the computer's down Urkel MC a show via wi-fi And tag rate before we wrap it up like tie-dye Hip-Hop sci-fi you can see hand to eye Or can Tiger do the Mask like the Fry Guy Just met a baby home make dome Check lefts some folks ancestor home wreck With blown backs these lesser known facts thwart evil You got no reason, like short people No offense, the street was burnt brass Whenever he walked on the street it turned glass On his lucky rat's paw in the crap drawer All the world's a stage, where's the trap door, slackjaw Logic, to keep your mind in the project Drop the check, his job is to chop neck That's just payback for nose there's no psych though What they don't know like Bo Won't hurt Diddley squat Got to be kiddin me, not Seriously plot, to put a hit out on the G-spot Gypped like oozin out the kettles in they teapotJake One f/ MF Doom - Trap Door - http://motolyrics.com/jake-one-f-mf-doom/trap-door-lyrics.html