Benzie Box Lyrics

Song	Benzie Box
Artist	Danger Doom
Artist	Cee Lo Green
Album	The Mouse and the Mask
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	作曲 : Burton, Dumile, Green
	(Chorus: Cee-Lo)
	His name's, Doom
	They wonder just who is he
	But don't wor..ry,
	Believe me he'll get busy
	When it comes, to
	poetry he's got plenty
	La la lahhhhhh... la la la la lah
	(MF Doom)
	Jump 'em in like 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 and 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 interstellar wind
	Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again
	{ahem} One two, check me too
	Loose wreck see through your gooseneck EQ
	(Chorus)
	(MF Doom)
	Aiy! 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 phone me on the 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 microphone's length
	and width, ain't it funky like dingy socks?
	Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box
	(Chorus)

	zuo qu : Burton, Dumile, Green
	Chorus: CeeLo
	His name' s, Doom
	They wonder just who is he
	But don' t wor.. ry,
	Believe me he' ll get busy
	When it comes, to
	poetry he' s got plenty
	La la lahhhhhh... la la la la lah
	MF Doom
	Jump ' em in like 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 digress
	But why stress? Try and remember when
	Maybe bit the tender skinned babysitter Gwendolyn
	The type to hit and run and go tell a friend
	Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton
	He know, flow like interstellar wind
	Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again
	ahem One two, check me too
	Loose wreck see through your gooseneck EQ
	Chorus
	MF Doom
	Aiy! 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 phone me on the 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 microphone' s length
	and width, ain' t it funky like dingy socks?
	Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box
	Chorus

	zuò qǔ : Burton, Dumile, Green
	Chorus: CeeLo
	His name' s, Doom
	They wonder just who is he
	But don' t wor.. ry,
	Believe me he' ll get busy
	When it comes, to
	poetry he' s got plenty
	La la lahhhhhh... la la la la lah
	MF Doom
	Jump ' em in like 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 digress
	But why stress? Try and remember when
	Maybe bit the tender skinned babysitter Gwendolyn
	The type to hit and run and go tell a friend
	Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton
	He know, flow like interstellar wind
	Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again
	ahem One two, check me too
	Loose wreck see through your gooseneck EQ
	Chorus
	MF Doom
	Aiy! 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 phone me on the 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 microphone' s length
	and width, ain' t it funky like dingy socks?
	Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box
	Chorus

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