Doom from the realm of El-Ca-Loom Smelly gel fume Separating cell womb To Melle-Mel, boom! Revelations in Braille Respiration, inhale View nations fail
call the whole crowd out There's just a few chumps And you know who you are like a shout out Place them in your loud mouth and taste them like a pastry
gone and wander Watch your mouth jaw southpaw outs floor Doubt your clout more bout roar outscore boy Off the leash like UFC Off the beat off ya feet like
like Denny Kuci 'nils' nich No hitch, just a shitload of spit and sneeze Strictly G's stackin up, off the rack of hidden fees Rappers like the gay club
Who told you dat? Roll through, braack Old to the new knows who holds the hat Custom tailor fitted, head stayed same size Big since first born, well-spitted
for the date than the Hadron Collider. Cost more. It be seeming like a style. Doom leave the competition steaming like a pile. Smile. *Ding* Sparkling jewels. In effect like
a steam engine like john henry turn dirt to dollars like don henley ugly and still get holla's like ron jeremy at least moniteraly, terribly mc's need therapy its like
critics This dime on the grind when it comes to the spinach Conquered the id, vicious like sid flow Not a nympho, impress official She rock mics you wait to exhale She rock shows like
's real spooky like a real trife movie Remember the part where Terminator killed Tookie Absolute power corrupts absolutely If they get the Villain surrounded, son this
of salvation Product of the ghetto, I'm the street's creation I'm move like vampires, only at night Hand grip like pliers on the glock with rapid fire
children can go out to play And stray from the tyranny, while blood is drippin B I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me I stick to this, so say this
at born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie born to act out, guns are for pussies born to act out, paranoid with a gat born to act out, think
the other brothers that was born forlorn Big bang, sharper than a big dick Hotter than a tunnel of big dreams that think big things I'ma burn with this
life's like a battery low on alkaline I be feelin like I be in a room And all four walls be closin in for doom I try to escape the mental manslaughter I feel like
umbilical kisses, born from new patterns of thought This new emotion whisks us away into heaven, into our chosen misery All dreadful doom come unto me
was born from bedlam All will become dust Such is the will of the gods All was born from bedlam All will become dust Such is the doom of mankind One World
that I'm fly like the life of a bird I don't care if you're dead, let god have ya Cause I'ma stay rugged and raw like Marv Hagler That's something you
it borne me down? Has it run me through? If I give it a name do I contract it too? More likely this thing has been growing in me, Like I have grown in