Mr. Clean — текст песни (MF Doom is Viktor Vaughn)

Study your history --
Whoever don`t? I pity-the-fool like Mr. T
Knowledge this degree, it ain`t no mystery
What you gon` do or what you know is what is to see
And that`s more than meets the eyeball
Now who wants to buy a brand new tsetse fly call?
Alright y`all (zooom), the speed was break-neck
Faster than the hi-speed, dual cassette tape deck
(How far?) The distance was light-speed
He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed
In case it might need, it didn`t mean much
For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch

Who that? Kinga, Vaughn`s younger brother
A real live swinger who rock Louis Vuitton pleather
And he walk around like he think he king
Even made the hood-rats stop to kiss his pinky ring
Like a soup sandwich on a hand dish
Some say his language is way too outlandish
He did his thing, spoke in a jig slang
And translate Einstein`s theory of the Big Bang
He told his boo: Boo, I put a spell on you
Stay with me, whether we broke or we well-to-do
If it don`t work, the hell with ‘cha
May the doorknob hit ‘cha where the poor slob bit ‘cha

What you thought ya` darn skeezer?
The G of a mack and the steez of a geezer
True man of leisure, she must`ve caught amnesia
Paid off the 8th grade fade or a Caesar
He was known for his thick skin
Part Zimbabwean and part Trini mixed in
Big shot, sold a guy a pound of pig snot
Said it was proven to remove stains and ink spots
Kinky flow, dripped down her leg to her pinky toe
Jiggy hoe, who don`t know as much as she think she know
One week she stepped to him like a Slinky, yo`
Wig like a mink skin, soft like Twinkie dough
Then she kissed the queen, and told her she need Listerine
Twist the green, it`s laced with antihistamine
Enough to make you make your face like Mr. Bean
V hit the scene like: Fuck it, give me a Mr. Clean

Shit, tired of all this ...
It`s too hot out here, to be having all this shit, man
Shit, take it off ...
Take it all off, boss ...
No matter what the cost