The Bomb - Rivers Cuomo

It’s like a holocaust to the boss when I toss

Too much knowledge kicked then you’re lost

In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler

And I control your mind like Hitler

You bow and vow to authority

See now, a sucker with a style just boring me

So I show K N O W L E D G E, it might trouble you

Then I transform like a decepticon

With a mic as a bomb

I’m solo, you ask how I’m living

Still dropping more shit than a pigeon

With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H

The M, the O, the B, the great

Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha

It’s the hip hopper that don’t like coppers

And if you try to upset the pot sun

You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun

I make the beats, I make the breaks

I make the rhymes that make you shake

Make you find, Ice Cube never caught in the middle

I make shit to kick you in the ass a little

And still never hesitate to stutter step

Or bust a repetition on the mic

Still dissing all the hype from left to right

How many left to fight?

So what that Lench Mob like?