Mince Meat Lyrics - Mouse & The Mask - Danger Doom

The villain ain't rhymin' off cred alone 

Let him get some cognac, a mic and a headphone 

Smoke the mirrors, caught her in the mix 

Couldn't read the shorthand for mortars and bricks 

If any negative thought linger, he let it vent 

Wrote this one with his middle finger in wet cement 

Did it on the sly 

Before he's gone bye bye, spit it on the fly 

Brush your teeth, rinse and gargle 

A true nerd who messed with new words since Boggle 

And used slang in scrabble 

Rhymed with a Northern drawl, twang and babble 

Flossy pen jargon to break the world record 

Do a Faustian bargain and tape the girl naked 

More spots than a leopard 

Then he had to stop, the block was hot peppered 

Shepherd, leading the sheeps out to slaughter 

Kept your soul and repped it, every time he saw ya 

Tryin' to douse a pinch of weed in a frat street house 

I'll make mince meat out of that mouse 

(Beat) 

Welcome to the show 

Remember whatever you do, do not boo the flow 

Schooled the dumb on the number one rule of thumb 

What a fool, still you never met a cooler bum 

Give the drummer some rum, I'm sure he could use a shot 

Just to get his cues hot, ensure he don't lose his spot 

A stranger who speaks to you vocal 

Danger made the beat get a freak to do the boggle 

No bull, everything he wanted they grabbed and took 

Whole lab looked like an ill left jab and hook 

Even had a secretary to take the calls 

Shake it and make it fall, I told her don't break my balls 

Wherever Mouse go, trouble follows 

The bounty on this pro was mills and, 'Double dollars' 

Vil's spills muddled flows that befuddle scholars 

Thick Buffalo girl with the bubble hollars 

She rocked leather and gold, a fat blouse 

And need a brother with soul to let her cat out 

Even if the rat couldn't compete with Kraus 

I'll make mince meat out of that mouse 

Tap ya toe, grime and strapped for dough 

Rap for show, to let the whippersnappers know 

Sucks to be them, now pass that loot 

Up under the tux he wore a hazmat suit 

Sounded like froggy, sip the groggiest of potions 

Be up in the party with the foggiest of notions 

On the list of lobbyists who save the oceans 

Gave his donation to the lady with the lotions 

Swoll hand itchin' the old man bitchin' 

Switchin' with the fan with the gold band twitchin' 

Spittin' like a bionic sneeze that freeze vodka 

Just to clear the air like the Ionic Breeze Quadra 

Sleek enough to out sly a fox 

For a chicken pot pie, thinkin' outside the box 

Enough to taste her goody 

But got no time to be wastin' chasin' putty 

Out for Daffy Duck bucks, Porky Pig paper 

Bugs Bunny money or Sylvester Cat caper 

Offer DAT tape of rap, country or deep house and 

I'll make mince meat out of that mouse 

(Beat)