Letra de la canción His name’s, Doom They wonder just who is he But don’t wor. ry, Believe me he’ll get busy When it comes, to poetry he’s got plenty La la lahhhhhh… la la la la lah Jump 'em in like jump rope, double dutch Then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke, subtle touch Cuddle clutch, is this thing on? Like the fling with Mrs. King Kong, this spring gone? Sing a song of slaphappy crappiness He came to blow like it was strapped to his nappy chest Surely I jest, the best on a wireless mic Not an eye test, yet I di-gress But why stress? Try and remember when Maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn The type to hit and run and go tell a friend Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton He know, flow like interstellar wind Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again One two, check me too Loose wreck see through your gooseneck EQ Aiy! If I may interject Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck Cornier and phonier than a play fight Take two of these and don’t phone me on the late night … the beat won’t fail me With more rhymes than times he washed his hands and feet daily And all that kerosene ain’t cheap Villain been deep since a teenage creep Peep - he always was a gentleman And kept the pen and a pencil in his mental den Right there next to where the Rolodex was Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus He don’t know his own strength When he’s on the bone it’s like the microphone’s length and width, ain’t it funky like dingy socks? Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box
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Doom splits the bar in half and rhymes every syllable with the 2nd half. Then he rhymes every syllable with the next bar and still tells an entire story. This man is playing sudoku with his raps
The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard Take it from the Tec-9 holder They've bit but don't know their neck shine from Shinola Everything that glitters ain't fishscale Lemme think, don't let her faint get Ishmael A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra, chart toppa Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go 'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist Man, please, the stage is made of panties From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies Ban me the dough rake, daddy The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster A whole host of roller coaster riders Not enough tracks (is it?) Hot enough black (for ya) It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal? Do not stand still, boast yo' skills Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet Told ya, on some get-rich shit As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit This is it, make no mistakes Where my nigga go? Figaro, Figaro O's beats and my rhymes attack A scary act All black like Ms. Mary Mack Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano DOOM sings soprano like "una duociano" (singing voice) My momma told me Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E Not to be troublesome But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum No stick of bubble gum I like ice cream We could skip the weddin' Have a nice dream She only let him stick the head in
