His name's Doom
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They wonder just who is he
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But don't worry
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Believe me he'll get busy when it comes to...
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Poetry he's got plenty la la la...
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la la la la la la
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Jump em in like jump rope
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Double-Dutch then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke
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Subtle touch, cuddle clutch, is this thing on?
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Like the fling with Mrs King Kong, this spring gone
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Sing a song of slap happy crappiness
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He came to flow like it was strapped to his nappy chest
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Surely I jest, the best on a wireless
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Mic not an eye test, yet I digress
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But why stress, try an remember when
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Maybe bit the tender skinned babysitter Gwendlyn
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The type ta hit and run and go tell a friend
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Word to el muerto cucaracha exo-skeleton
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He know, flow like inter-stellar wind
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Tow a rap jinn by his toe and to hell again
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Ahem! 1-2 check me too
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Loose wreck, see through your Goose Neck EQ
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Ay! If I may interject?
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Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck
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Cornier and phonier than a play fight
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Take two of these and don¡¯t phone me on the late night
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The beat won¡¯t fail me
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With more rhymes than times he wash his hands and feet daily
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And all that kerosene ain¡¯t cheap
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Villain been deep since a teenage creep, peep
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He always was a gentleman
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And kept a pen and a pencil in his mental den
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Right there next to where the Rolodex was
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Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus
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He don¡¯t know his own strength
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When he¡¯s on the bone it¡¯s like the microphone length.. and with
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Ain¡¯t it funky like dingy socks
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Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzi Box
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Benzi Box
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| Danger Doom |
