Benzie Box Lyrics - Mouse & The Mask - Danger Doom

His name's doom 

They wonder just who is he 

But don't worry, 

Believe me he'll get Bizzy. 

When it comes to poetry he's got plenty. 

La la la. 

La la la la la 

Jump em' in the jump rope, double Dutch 

Then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke 

Subtle touch, cuddle, clutch, is this thing on 

Like the fling with Mrs. King Kong, this spring gone? 

Sing a song of slaphappy crappiness 

He came to blow like it was strapped to his nappy chest 

Surely I jest, the best on a wireless mic not an eye test, 

Yet I di-gress 

But why stress? Try an' remember when, maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn. 

The type to hit and run and go tell a friend 

Word to El Muerto cucaracha, exoskeleton 

He know, flow, like inter stellar wind, 

Tow a rap Jinn, by his toe, into hell again 

A-hem, One, two, check me too, loose wreck 

See through, your gooseneck, EQ 

His name's doom 

They wonder just who is he 

But don't worry, 

Believe me he'll get Bizzy. 

When it comes to poetry he's got plenty. 

La la la. 

La la la la la 

Eh, if I may interject? 

Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck, 

Cornier, and phonier than a play fight, 

Take two of these and don't call me on a late night 

The beat won't fail me, with more rhymes, 

Than times he washed his hands and feet daily 

And all that kerosene ain't cheap, Villain been deep 

Since a teenage creep, peep 

He always was a gentleman, 

And kept the pen and a pencil in his mental den 

Right there, next to where the Rolodex was 

Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus 

He don't know his own strength, when he's on the bone 

It's like the microphones length, and width, ain't it funky like dingy socks? 

Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box.