| Song | A Dead Mouse |
| Artist | MF Doom |
| Album | Vaudeville Villain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dumile, Lawrence | |
| Yo | |
| I'm only rhyming where the drums is at | |
| Y'all *******s think y'all slick wit that bull*******t bump that | |
| Y'all pay V for flowing to the beat | |
| Not for what he know that got hos ho'in in the streets | |
| That's for him to know | |
| And for they to never find out | |
| About the kidnap, blind fold, and the blind mouse | |
| The coroner report say he simply signed out oh | |
| And I know | |
| Y'all wanna see a wino bring the wine out | |
| Cat wit a dead mouse is how he catch the phrase and pause plays wit it | |
| Kill it | |
| And eat off it for days kid it | |
| Who ever ain't get it ain't supposed to | |
| For standing still close to | |
| Bandits will ghost you | |
| No shoot Sherlock | |
| I don't know how they do on your block | |
| Out here we rock on to the sure shot | |
| *******t still ain't stop keep it on till your peeps is gone | |
| V be on the creep no matter what you keep it on | |
| CD whop | |
| Peep | |
| Catch the beat too ridiculously | |
| People think he study levitation's true mystery | |
| How to power an envious scallon till he got him for his sweet 16 | |
| He said Ed be wilding | |
| Rumor has it things got violent | |
| He clobbered him and broke the ******* out | |
| But he ain't try to rob him | |
| I told her don't tell your man that's the trouble with these chicks | |
| Next experiment | |
| Twelve strands from double helix | |
| No | |
| I haven't seen Kes Neelix | |
| Oh yeah | |
| You stay away from her with those lyrics | |
| Please | |
| Aint nobody ******* after her | |
| I'm out of here as soon as I fix the flux capacitor | |
| N O N and speak to V in a proper manner | |
| Before he stabs ya and put out all type of propeaganda | |
| Stop the slander | |
| Chop the hand of a thief | |
| And cut the mouth off of who ever comes out they teeth | |
| V sell time to an inmate | |
| And then tell him a rhyme for the hell of it to demonstrate | |
| They know who's the renown beat critic | |
| Do a street lyric like that's a neat trick | |
| Off on a tangent | |
| He ain't got a cent | |
| Supposed to went to management and spent it getting bent | |
| Sparky | |
| I had enough of your malarkey | |
| For one don't mark me and who you calling darky | |
| Agitate in the dark |
| zuo ci : Dumile, Lawrence | |
| Yo | |
| I' m only rhyming where the drums is at | |
| Y' all s think y' all slick wit that bull t bump that | |
| Y' all pay V for flowing to the beat | |
| Not for what he know that got hos ho' in in the streets | |
| That' s for him to know | |
| And for they to never find out | |
| About the kidnap, blind fold, and the blind mouse | |
| The coroner report say he simply signed out oh | |
| And I know | |
| Y' all wanna see a wino bring the wine out | |
| Cat wit a dead mouse is how he catch the phrase and pause plays wit it | |
| Kill it | |
| And eat off it for days kid it | |
| Who ever ain' t get it ain' t supposed to | |
| For standing still close to | |
| Bandits will ghost you | |
| No shoot Sherlock | |
| I don' t know how they do on your block | |
| Out here we rock on to the sure shot | |
| t still ain' t stop keep it on till your peeps is gone | |
| V be on the creep no matter what you keep it on | |
| CD whop | |
| Peep | |
| Catch the beat too ridiculously | |
| People think he study levitation' s true mystery | |
| How to power an envious scallon till he got him for his sweet 16 | |
| He said Ed be wilding | |
| Rumor has it things got violent | |
| He clobbered him and broke the out | |
| But he ain' t try to rob him | |
| I told her don' t tell your man that' s the trouble with these chicks | |
| Next experiment | |
| Twelve strands from double helix | |
| No | |
| I haven' t seen Kes Neelix | |
| Oh yeah | |
| You stay away from her with those lyrics | |
| Please | |
| Aint nobody after her | |
| I' m out of here as soon as I fix the flux capacitor | |
| N O N and speak to V in a proper manner | |
| Before he stabs ya and put out all type of propeaganda | |
| Stop the slander | |
| Chop the hand of a thief | |
| And cut the mouth off of who ever comes out they teeth | |
| V sell time to an inmate | |
| And then tell him a rhyme for the hell of it to demonstrate | |
| They know who' s the renown beat critic | |
| Do a street lyric like that' s a neat trick | |
| Off on a tangent | |
| He ain' t got a cent | |
| Supposed to went to management and spent it getting bent | |
| Sparky | |
| I had enough of your malarkey | |
| For one don' t mark me and who you calling darky | |
| Agitate in the dark |
| zuò cí : Dumile, Lawrence | |
| Yo | |
| I' m only rhyming where the drums is at | |
| Y' all s think y' all slick wit that bull t bump that | |
| Y' all pay V for flowing to the beat | |
| Not for what he know that got hos ho' in in the streets | |
| That' s for him to know | |
| And for they to never find out | |
| About the kidnap, blind fold, and the blind mouse | |
| The coroner report say he simply signed out oh | |
| And I know | |
| Y' all wanna see a wino bring the wine out | |
| Cat wit a dead mouse is how he catch the phrase and pause plays wit it | |
| Kill it | |
| And eat off it for days kid it | |
| Who ever ain' t get it ain' t supposed to | |
| For standing still close to | |
| Bandits will ghost you | |
| No shoot Sherlock | |
| I don' t know how they do on your block | |
| Out here we rock on to the sure shot | |
| t still ain' t stop keep it on till your peeps is gone | |
| V be on the creep no matter what you keep it on | |
| CD whop | |
| Peep | |
| Catch the beat too ridiculously | |
| People think he study levitation' s true mystery | |
| How to power an envious scallon till he got him for his sweet 16 | |
| He said Ed be wilding | |
| Rumor has it things got violent | |
| He clobbered him and broke the out | |
| But he ain' t try to rob him | |
| I told her don' t tell your man that' s the trouble with these chicks | |
| Next experiment | |
| Twelve strands from double helix | |
| No | |
| I haven' t seen Kes Neelix | |
| Oh yeah | |
| You stay away from her with those lyrics | |
| Please | |
| Aint nobody after her | |
| I' m out of here as soon as I fix the flux capacitor | |
| N O N and speak to V in a proper manner | |
| Before he stabs ya and put out all type of propeaganda | |
| Stop the slander | |
| Chop the hand of a thief | |
| And cut the mouth off of who ever comes out they teeth | |
| V sell time to an inmate | |
| And then tell him a rhyme for the hell of it to demonstrate | |
| They know who' s the renown beat critic | |
| Do a street lyric like that' s a neat trick | |
| Off on a tangent | |
| He ain' t got a cent | |
| Supposed to went to management and spent it getting bent | |
| Sparky | |
| I had enough of your malarkey | |
| For one don' t mark me and who you calling darky | |
| Agitate in the dark |