Social Distortion - Prince Po, MF DOOM

For the love of Christ

I don’t need ice to leave you froze

Turn your brains to toothpaste

Squeeze till it blows

Grim Reaper with rap flows

Rap’s a trap, those attack

Foes who lack respect get head cracked (oh!)

Survive with the movement

Madness, domestic abusin'

Extortion, Organized Konfusion

Teenage abortion, tossed and forced to prostitution

9/11 distorted the law’s proportion

We was one unit (word), now we back to bein' monkeys in mosh pits

Drama and mayhem, soon as the dark sits

Spark the heart, bacardi dart

Rotty-doddy aside

The Maserati, dog, respect the art

Black Max with smarts

The special effects that light up your heart

Me on the mic is like the bite of a shark

Ignite, and drove ya bullshit

Right off the chart

Out the hood, most misunderstood

I gotta stay sharp

Remarkable with this modern day art

Pos' the soldier from Rosewood

Vanilla dutch, touch that’s so hood

Blaze like blueberry haze

You know how we roll in these last days

Smash cats into raps for (?)

For them, it’s Poe (?)

Spittin' that '89 crack flow

Tap hoe

Bounce out the back do'

But not without his gat, tho'

Danger Mouse came with that

Bent back, the big grim track

Get back, Po

Hmm.

Is that so?

The first Hip Hop chat show

Whoever talk slick get they lip popped by Fatso

Bum, feel the sting linger

Wrote this humdinger with a

Dislocated bling finger

Still king of the hill, it’s the DOOM-Hour

When he came to spit more gibberish

Than Boomhauer, mayne

Wigs’ll bleed with the quick speed

Drag 'em backstage

Like the tiger nigga did Siegfried

Caught a deal on a sawed off

Bought off, suit and shells

And a hood shit

Just to ward off the groupie-males

Most will boast that his flows is coastal

I hope he get on the mic and don’t go postal

But keep it blissful

It’s wishful thinkin'

Piss full of drinkin', fist full of Lincolns

Pistol full of lead with, one in the head

And a fan base that spread from the unborn to undead

Dunn said, terror alert high

Dress code when it’s stress mode, it’s shirt and tie

A certain guy told her ignore the mask

A flirt in a skirt to make you beg for the ass

Baby got back, maybe got black

In a stranger house, Danger Mouse

Gave 'em hot tracks

Aks’d him could he bark on the beat

And spark Cali

Villain not the cat you wanna meet

In a dark alley