Praying little momma didn’t make a difference,
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Therefore I make a decision with a secret incision
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And making shit, whatever you call it a scout,
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Pour the outcome, imma be on top of the talk em
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‘bout it, rikki sniffing with indecision,
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Is this shit dope, does it give hope?
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He don’t throw him, he fuckin’ know him,
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Whatever it’s time do you see the fucking omen?
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I’m going, could be a check, could be a book, could be a net, could be a look
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Inner for your face. Stainless on her ways, could be a net
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Thing that it book in the lamest terms, you being a lame, man, makes me look
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At the knife I use to straight od, go for the good, go for the gold
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The blood is as oil nowadays and it’s too up in this bitch
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Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
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Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
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Doominology, doominology, doominology.
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Men should be nuns, men should be farmers,
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This is from the doom author
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The ending got brought to the present time
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Therefore future never mind
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But I still see you kind of like a chick corn
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Try to creep with, got up in the bio
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I ain’t even talking about the shit in three wills
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Or four, but you know when you close your door at night?
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I’m the guy who brings you from midnight to this frightening moment with me on this mic.
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Man, I already gave you instructions,
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Play it, turn it up and win it, bust it.
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Your speaker’s open, ladies grab a bible, men, grab your little twizzers and get to provoking.
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We should no longer be out in the open, roll some green, ladies rosegrin.
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Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
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Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
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Doominology, doominology, doominology.
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Reinforce your talent as far as you grow,
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And as far as you know, I might just offer you talent
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Guess you can play the piano, but be dedicated
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Don’t ever hesitate when you’re with it,
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Never make a mistake, kiss it.
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And don’t end up quitting, ‘cause you’ll let the stupid nigger hit it, bitches
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And as for my niggers, clips, don’t worry about shit, nigger, just run your lips.
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And if you get the fist get to the bricks. Concrete, don’t talk to me, I’m on three
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Kind of like the song on repeat, you forgot to skip, bitch.
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Skip it like the little bitches when you play with their ankles I’m like a bango
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I make sense, new illuminati, but get it at me, Cleveland, I’ll be your daddy, c’mon.
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Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
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Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
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Doominology, doominology, doominology.
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Whole New Way (Doominology)
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| Charles Hamilton |
