If I had a dime for every rhymer that bust guns, I'd have a cool mill' for my sons in trust funds. - MF DOOM

Just remember all caps when you spell the man name

Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor
China was a neat sign of trouble with a script, digits
Double dip/bubble lips, subtle lisp midget
Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
Pour the wine, hold the grind, quarter to nine, let's go

What we have here is a failure to communicate
If you gonna hate, might at least get your rumors straight
about Doom the Great, a lot more confident
Came a long way since the days we had to rhyme for rent
It was time well spent, vented
Spelt and dented, hell-bented and heaven-scented