| Song | Sofa King |
| Artist | Danger Doom |
| Album | The Mouse and the Mask |
| 作曲 : Burton, Dumile | |
| Scared of a bunch of water, then get out the rain | |
| Order a rapper for lunch and spit out the chain | |
| Then kick a lungee off the tip of his timbo | |
| And trick a honey dip into a game of of strip limbo | |
| Odd... He couldn't find no remorse | |
| A wink is as good as a nod to a blind horse | |
| Of course his technique was from a divine source | |
| Never new the price of ice or what swine cost | |
| One guy tried to bite the heat | |
| That's when he discovered the other other white meat | |
| Ohhhh, the one they hate so well | |
| He sure keeps it pyscho like the old bates motel | |
| They came to ask him for at least some new tracks | |
| But only got confronted by the beast with two backs | |
| Knock... Mouse is a made man | |
| Villain laid it down like the best laid plan | |
| Bell the cat who the hell is that near the middle | |
| Got y'all but it's not all bare and skittles | |
| Prepare the viddles, got riddles and spittles | |
| Crystal clear to the jock or the tittle | |
| TSSSS.. It's hot off the griddle | |
| Came to take the cake whether it's a lot or a little | |
| KABOOM... | |
| DOOM is nervous large | |
| You could tell by his | |
| Blooming room service charge | |
| Dark and tall to boot | |
| The only thing was wrong was he was bald as a coot | |
| Used to rent a van from | |
| Peter Pan to red and tan | |
| And keep the human foot for his dead man's hand | |
| This was when the mask was brand spanking new | |
| Before it got rusted from drinking all the brew [Sniff] | |
| Stankin' too, pew | |
| Kept all his earnings in the bank and his shoe | |
| Spat what he knew, energy for true | |
| To all fake rappers, twenty-three skidoo | |
| Excuse you, any room in the class front? | |
| For a blast of the blunt, shrooming since last month | |
| Doom a human in the mask | |
| I'm on the stunt | |
| Danger zooming past mad fast on the hunt | |
| Keep your streets, we got the city near you conquered | |
| Discreetly with the | |
| CD till they be completely bonkered | |
| The fans demanded it, handled it, swallow it | |
| His own brand of shit, if only he could bottle it | |
| Hmm.. Nah shit could get messy | |
| Feds tried to torture him for the secret recipe | |
| He said: It's no use, | |
| I only know half | |
| No speake de english. | |
| I only do the math | |
| Zzzzz. Felt no pain | |
| His brain was saturated with cocaine and | |
| Rogaine He said: | |
| Try scan no thing three-card dead fly man go for bling he got bled | |
| I jam over sting, see spots red | |
| I am "Sofa King, We Todd Ed" |
| zuò qǔ : Burton, Dumile | |
| Scared of a bunch of water, then get out the rain | |
| Order a rapper for lunch and spit out the chain | |
| Then kick a lungee off the tip of his timbo | |
| And trick a honey dip into a game of of strip limbo | |
| Odd... He couldn' t find no remorse | |
| A wink is as good as a nod to a blind horse | |
| Of course his technique was from a divine source | |
| Never new the price of ice or what swine cost | |
| One guy tried to bite the heat | |
| That' s when he discovered the other other white meat | |
| Ohhhh, the one they hate so well | |
| He sure keeps it pyscho like the old bates motel | |
| They came to ask him for at least some new tracks | |
| But only got confronted by the beast with two backs | |
| Knock... Mouse is a made man | |
| Villain laid it down like the best laid plan | |
| Bell the cat who the hell is that near the middle | |
| Got y' all but it' s not all bare and skittles | |
| Prepare the viddles, got riddles and spittles | |
| Crystal clear to the jock or the tittle | |
| TSSSS.. It' s hot off the griddle | |
| Came to take the cake whether it' s a lot or a little | |
| KABOOM... | |
| DOOM is nervous large | |
| You could tell by his | |
| Blooming room service charge | |
| Dark and tall to boot | |
| The only thing was wrong was he was bald as a coot | |
| Used to rent a van from | |
| Peter Pan to red and tan | |
| And keep the human foot for his dead man' s hand | |
| This was when the mask was brand spanking new | |
| Before it got rusted from drinking all the brew Sniff | |
| Stankin' too, pew | |
| Kept all his earnings in the bank and his shoe | |
| Spat what he knew, energy for true | |
| To all fake rappers, twentythree skidoo | |
| Excuse you, any room in the class front? | |
| For a blast of the blunt, shrooming since last month | |
| Doom a human in the mask | |
| I' m on the stunt | |
| Danger zooming past mad fast on the hunt | |
| Keep your streets, we got the city near you conquered | |
| Discreetly with the | |
| CD till they be completely bonkered | |
| The fans demanded it, handled it, swallow it | |
| His own brand of shit, if only he could bottle it | |
| Hmm.. Nah shit could get messy | |
| Feds tried to torture him for the secret recipe | |
| He said: It' s no use, | |
| I only know half | |
| No speake de english. | |
| I only do the math | |
| Zzzzz. Felt no pain | |
| His brain was saturated with cocaine and | |
| Rogaine He said: | |
| Try scan no thing threecard dead fly man go for bling he got bled | |
| I jam over sting, see spots red | |
| I am " Sofa King, We Todd Ed" |