More Rhymin'

[MF Doom] More rhymin', pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timing Raw lining, Paul Simon touring, I'm in Boring typing, snoring pipe when hyper than four hype men Excited writing, trifling times ten Long stay, songs play, gone haywire, wrong way On the interstate, integrate all day It's just a small phase, that's what them all say Then fall prey in a mini-mall hallway Meant to be sold, not told to friendly enemies Remember these intentionally, empathy please Silent moment, violent prone atonement Miles a minute on a microphone, on rent, loan spent No debt, has bet, fast get, cash jet Master McSmash, Asterix stashed it last Not least, pass the pot of hot grease Geese shot, not easily spotted plot, cease snot release Hold your insulting tongue and mark his words well Or end up to the curb and shocked by third rail Get the message by bird mail or turds flail Villain man, best nerd male you heard wail An absurd tale of books, nooks and crannies Before she look, he have his fancy hooks in them granny panties Or plan B, when in Rome go back home And get real dome from a well-known crack gnome He talk to himself when he need someone to hate on The black-McCain campaign, negative debate-a-thon Gone wrong on the song, who's zooming who? Knew it was you Doom all along Ever since he first started the art, it's been worth it Soon to charter a stint on part of the Chitlin' Circuit Word kid, get your ticket from the telepath "Wicked, wicked, wicked" on electroencephalograph [Outro] Villain, nice to meet you {*snore*} You born like this?