Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke Here, share a strawberry morning Gone, an more important spawning, torn in, poor men sworn in Cornish hens switching positions Auditioning morticians, saw it in a vision, ignoring prison Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb Found 'em drowned in cow's dung, crowns flung Rings a Tinkerbell, sing for things that's frail as a fingernail Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers - MF DOOM "that's that" Mar. 24, 2009