icrowave Mayo

Chain-smoking beedies 'til his
Brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet
Work out and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please
Most couldn't fathom
Had him in the cobra clutch
When he spat the mad hymn
Gems, collection of brrrats Timbs and hats
Had no time for the pitty pat
I'll give him that
The rhythm hit him back with a right hook
Shook it off, caught a shiner
Thought it was an aight look
Depends on the shades
The end of days fades, pretenders lay
In dazes on stages, DOO-Malaise
Eat it up, microphone, microwave mayonnaise
His own way was strange but it matters not
Tuned into a frequency tone
That shattered rock
Hold it down like Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks need to put a
Sock in they chatterbox
The block got light of Vioxx stock
Folks gather round, it's no joke like "Knock
Knock"
It's them, they came home to roost y'all
And watch 'em transform the game
To the rules of foosball
She's too small, any questions?
Him could squeeze blood from a
Penny in the recession
Keep guessing, it gets deeper than depression
The power of suggestion wake a sleeper
Peep the lesson dig that beat
Ripped it with Metal Fingers and stomped
It with big fat feet
And you know what they say, cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you
Will be assimilated, but today
It's all grey, metallic with a ruby stone
Rude like the type of dude you
Could write a movie on
Hardcore porn, did his own stunts
Writ his own rhymes and split his own blunts
Once, in a while, every other minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business and ready
With a ill pitch
Keeps a bad bilznitch like Denny Kucinilznich
No hitch, just a shit-load of spit and sneeze
Strictly G stacking up off a
Rack of hidden fees
Rap is like the gay club strip tease
With hippies on the yip saying "Hey bub
Grip these" they screaming for attention
Beaming at the mention of
A scary demon convention
You could cut the tension with a switchblade
And serve it on the same plate
Of hors d'oeuvres a witch made
Filleted, persuaded the chambermaid
To bet her paycheck on a
Get naked game of spades
Straight up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution, faint taste of microwave mayonnaise

Doom has taken over every continent