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Mince Meat

This song is by Danger Doom and appears on the album The Mouse and the Mask (2005).

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The Villain ain't rhymin' off bread alone
Let him get some cognac, a mic and a headphone
Smoke and 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 beat, Mouse

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 bogle

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 beat, 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 outsly a fox
For a chicken pot pie, thinkin' outside the box
Enough to taste her goody
But got no time to be wastin' chasin' puddy

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 beat, Mouse

Written by:

Brian Burton / Daniel Dumile


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