[Intro: samples]
"Ehahahahaha"
"Ahahahaha"
"DOOM!"
[Verse: MF DOOM]
It's the beat, I hear it in his sleep sometimes
Blare it in ya jeep, so ya peeps could stare at the rhymes
Real rhymes, not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs is touching, never swallowed the ham
He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad
It might need salt, like ya man's bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell you's
Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose
Rake it, take it like The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
Break it, rollin' through ya hood in the Caddy buggy
Butter softy leather, flossin' fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me, "Daddy, funk me!"
...I'm like, "Anywho's –"
Seeds walkin' all out in the street with out any shoes
I guess it's better than some funky socks
You need to get her some 'scripts before she catch the Monkeypox
She wanna hear the beatbox
Take pills and make fake krills that's sheetrock
Sing it, bring it back to your laboratory
While he's in his oratory glory, it's like a horror story
The mask is like Jason
He told the place not to let the basket type case in
He might be some type of wacko
Looking for a chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho
He said, "Blessed be the Lord
Who believe any mess they read up on a message board"
If so, I got a bridge for the low low
Them type fools go snitch to the po-po
Here, orange peel L's for the whole tier
Feel like he been gone the whole year, came home to old gear
It was the shit when he first scooped it
At least you get to sit out in New York and curse stupid
He plead the Fifth, and sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up, and be spiffy in a jiffy
A gift with the grind, criminal mind shifty cat
Swift with the 9 through a 5950 hat
You hear it when you meditate in deep theta
Let her hate the creep plater
Dedicated cheap skater who keep data
Stay self-medicated to sleep later
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
Nobody go next on the mic, he put a booger– ill!
He made his exit on some calm shit
Begged on the regs for the kegs of the vomit
"DOOM!"