No Names Lyrics - Mouse & The Mask - Danger Doom

Well, Debbie thinks this is all about her biological clock 

And I... 

She stopped screaming long enough to tell you that? 

Huh? No no no no, no, the other Debbie 

Debbie the teacher? 

Oh, you mean... Black Debbie 

Whoa whoa whoa whoa, why is she "Black" Debbie? 

No, not in a bad way 

It's just to tell them apart because she's... black! 

True, Doom rolled on through with a whole crew 

That stole on you for holding old brew, who told you? 

Even if it's crap, mind your own business 

They raps ain't got no gift like a lonely Christmas 

Real phony with beats that's hardly fresh 

How they manage to deal is anybody's guess 

Yours is as good as mine, she's sure fine 

From the hood where you squeeze your nine off the free cheese line 

All you saw was a do a bee's line 

To where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape, the sweet kind 

Circle you, thicker by de-sign 

Be-hind swingin like bring it back, come rewind 

Uhh, excuse me boo 

She stuck out her tongue, it was purple number two 

FDA approved played it smoother than a doo rag 

What a brother gotta do to get a taste a some of you? 

Bagged, and he don't mean coach 

Then she saw the mask, acted like she seen a roach 

The mirror shine reflect colors like your CD's 

Show love to others, we all brothers like the Bee Gees 

All except the broads and you 

Hold your applause, they break God's laws and who pays? 

The taxpayer that's who 

Catch a rapper by his toe and smack off his tattoos 

That's gonna leave a bruise 

Leave 'em grievin blues like believin in evening news 

They must be eatin glue 

Heave it all back, and we even Steven Sue 

Sprinkle lyrics like seasoning beef stew 

And sneezin all in it after breathin in the flu 

Get a clue, his reasoning is askew 

As to all the feverin and heavin up goo 

Either that or... dude 

Leave your girl around this man whore and she's too screwed 

Just in case she's in a "what you wanna do" mood 

Bring your plate to the Metal Face and get your food chewed 

? tastes like chicken 

He wastes no time like the bassline kickin in 

Or like a lace eye with you through thick and thin 

Raw humor, face pie to a frickin chin 

New York'n, a hell of a finer town 

Choose your words wisely from the Boogie Down to Chinatown 

Or be found with a hole in your designer gown 

In the role of public opinion it earned a minor frown 

If you think you're slick, you might could wish, but uhh 

As a few good men set sights to link with your chick 

You have to find a new hen fight to drink your liq' 

Ten years later, see how Enzyte'll shrink your... wallet 

As you wallow in a sorrow pit 

Cheers, is that your beer kid? Then swallow it 

Or get chased by the Sandman, on some Apollo 

Flow so weird, his own peers couldn't follow it 

On the phone, he sounded like a real paid 

Then we met in person, he was three shades blacker 

That's why he saved money over ball and chain dames 

We all the same, no callin names 

I'm as smart as him! 

What? I got Ph.D's in four scientific disciplines 

Really? 

Why do you think they call me Dr. Quinn? 

Um, I just thought that was a nickname 

You know, like Dr. Dre 

East-side!