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Daniel Dumile (pronounced /ˈduːmɨleɪ/ DOO-mə-lay; born 9 January 1971) is an England-born American underground hip hop artist best known for his "super villain" stage persona and unique lyrics. Daniel Dumile has taken on several stage names in his career, most notably MF DOOM, Viktor Vaughn, King Geedorah, Metal Face, Metal Fingers, and The Super Villain. He has appeared in several collaborative projects such as Danger Doom (with Danger Mouse) and Madvillain (with Madlib). more »

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He moves the crowd like a cursor on zoom
No curse words
DOOM the worst church nerd verse heard
Appeared blurred to a million true believers
He's the supervillain armed dealer
To the divas
Catch, amongst other world scandals
Butter pearl handles to match
Your girl's sandals
Plan was hatched by a pack of old vandals
Who flag was a black and
Gold patch with bloody anvils
"Hit 'em to the head" was the motto
And one more time to make sure them dead
BLAKKO
When you throw blows in a knife fight Paco
That's how it goes in this
Modern Life like Rocko
Clock dough 24-7 cycle
When it comes to flows he got
More than a mic full
Pull a broad like a dyke bull on a long bid
You're messin with the wrong kids Michael
It ain't Jack-son
For him to flip scripts like camera, action
Villain! Raw by the laws of attraction
For future generation's information -
The black one
Move the crowd like a buddha cloud
The purple, puff puff pass 'round the circle
A jerk well renowned for his work skill
He's out
The proof is the computer's down Urkel
MC a show via wi-fi
And paid way before we wrap
It up like tie-dye
Hip-Hop sci-fi, you can see he had the eye
Of the tiger through the mask
Like the Fry Guy
Just made a baby Olmec dome check
Left some folks' ancestors home wreck
With blown backs
These lesser known facts thwart evil
It got no reason, like short people
No offense, his feet was burnt brass
Whenever he walked on the
Street it turned glass
On his lucky rat's paw in the crap drawer
All the world's a stage
Where's the trap door, slackjaw
Logic, to keep your mind in the project
Drop the check, his job is to chop neck
That's just payback for noses
There's no psych though
What they don't know like Bo
Won't hurt Diddley squat
Got to be kiddin me, not seriously plot
To put a hit out on the G-spot
Gypped like Egypt out their
Kettles and they teapot

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