Od Hall

Yeah, yo, I'm doper than the toxicology of Cobain
I'm magic Bundy in the club, Modern Times with Mollies, wearin' glow paint (Hey)
Fuck the old days
Ironically I used to do big lines of snow off the cover of Cold Vein (Woah)
This the meal prep, bodies stacked to bayonets
And field dressed, the sound cut like a sozo through veal flesh
I collect dope, and steer head
If ever beef I walk with two bulldogs, I'm Rob Dyrdek (Word)
I'm so petty for depths, smell the dunces when the city take brеaths
I used to daydream of decapitatin' Avril Lavignе, she had the prettiest head
Chloroform tongue smooth talker, I'm not a stalker (Nah)
Uhh, maybe we should've talked first
Um, tough crowd, maybe that was a little awkward (Yeah)
Interrogations are mad high, red flags fly
Filter mass, I'm swattin' mad flies, Asian chicken of Bang Thai

MF DOOM Outro:

To me, from the musical aspect, Hip Hop is going in the direction to where it's, it's like a 100, almost damn near 100% on, everything besides the music, like what you look like, the sound of your name to, what you're wearin', to, whatever, intoxicants you choose to put in your body, to, you know, think, everything expect for what the music sounds like so, the mask is really a testament to, yo, it's not, it's not about none of that, it's straight about the wreck, you know what I'm sayin', like