MF DOOM - Imposters lyrics

[Verse 1] Im purging in Persia First n***a down Is gonna be the prince Long Jake Gyllenhaal In my house Where i sit Over the balcony Like Michael Jackson's son Hear the king of POP As bullets fly Out of pops guns Straight hits on my arsenal Turn this Freaky Friday Into a Bad Thriller With the flick of A middle finger Sippin' imaginary elixir Heard this beat through the grapevine Extra loops in my rhymes My fame lasts about Seven seconds online About as long as you wait For your tampons and steaks Leave you b**hes bloody C's up Little crippled chicken little crippin' Sky might fall And that's word to Kid Cudi Cuddle up with your thunder buddy Calm down The only Ted here is Bundy Hes the one who cut the rope While you was Bungie jumping From Microsoft to Sony Child Rebel Solider, like P, Ye, and Kony Grab you by your throat And put a cancer hole in it Shove my dick in it Wasn't enough orifices Or faces to break, just to get my point across Plottin' on a graph Basic math Got you bonus bogus n***as Stepping off, signing off n***a