perfect hair
Singer:mf doom
to the second power of forever
ask him do he need it? hells yeah
on a mission with friends of fair weather
wear your leather prepared sweater
and watch out for catman my brothers
he keep his strand slicked back like scatman crothers
sound like janeane garofalo
who seen the evil coiffio?
even if him got them bomb weavin' kanekalon
no more or less stress than your old boss
the tears burn your eyes less than fresh s-curls sores
uncle grandfather bare chest was pearl gloss
there goes a whole tray of hamburgers
villain till he old and grey like olden day scam workers
circa one nine seventy-one
on the mic machine it seems his work will never be done
he seeks the ninth level of power
but weak geek might freak it in another hour
they call the fool retarded hair guy
in school you could spot it when he nodded here