I've read a couple recent articles saying DOOM is phoning it in and that he's falling off. Well, I put DOOM to the test today and found lyrics to Fire Wood Drumstix. I dare anyone to not laugh out loud if they record themselves reciting DOOM's words on that JDILLA track. Even if DOOM phones it in, it's still better than 99% of what is out there today.
Just to drive the point home, I'm posting some DOOM lyrics so you can recite them for yourself and experience the full glory. I cannot guarantee the lyrics below are 100% accurate and it honestly doesn't matter because the incorrect lyrics are still better than most stuff in the market. Enjoy and BEWARE:
GREAT DAY LYRICS
Looks like it's gonna be a great day today To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway Hey you, got a light? nah, a Bud Light Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year The rocket scientist, with a pocket wine list Some even say he might need some puss-psychiatrist Doom, are you pondering what I'm pondering? Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering? She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling My posse's on raw really momma I want to sing Mad plays the bass like the race card Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food Uh, what is jalapenas Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors Dolla he can overhear the hashish vena He just came from over there, the grass is greener Last wish, I wish I had two more wishes And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix's mad fridges Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches One thing this party could use is more.. Booze, put yourself in your own shoes And stay away from all those pairs of busted Tims you don't use He only keep 'em to decorate If you wanna peep him select a date And bring a deep check like checkmate I kid you not, on the dotted line signed Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick On second thought it's too thick His assistant said: "Doom, you sick" he said: "True blue acoustics" Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lowry seasoning With micropower he's sound and right reasoning Easy as Pi, three point one four One more one false move and they're done for
NO SNAKES ALIVE LYRICS
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" [King Ghidra/King Geedorah] ..Ghidra has arrived You guys could take five By the time it's over... No snakes alive! Take the dive, I'm tellin you, you better off Then up against a flow to make her, take her sweater off From the set off when it came to scripts he could hardly brag It's the result of concentration, and lolly-gag I said "Yeah right" he pulled the mic out a snotty rag Sealed up air-tight, and wrapped up in a body bag Get a advance and catch chance writer's block After spendin the first and last penny My own worst enemy Tell me if I'm OD and usual flow And made deals with these cats who keep sending dough, so The Three Headed said it, never get busted He's a man of his word who's not to be trusted Beats encrypted, multi-faceted encrusted Shorty pawn, keep mic rusted (*The beat and rapping get's faster*)Sort of mellow type of fellow Who sometimes spaz on wife like Othello Hell no he won't use words like illuminati Or Gotti all shotty might use karate Azar the Gaza cut I'll ask why a mask With the gall style caps say nice fly (*Flow goes back to original*)Exact dough til it stack high, white ho, black guy The rap game, black eye
..Might as well join the forces boss Chance take a loss like coin toss Roll with the double headed nickel Pawn the pawn a Jet Jag with the sickle you and a pickle King Ghidra yo you ass betta leave 'em alone Before ya go catch a seizure and leave 'em blown If you ain't the best of the best in the top three Either myself, I and me Don't even think of caps But act like you had a slight inkling perhaps Or get smacked back in the ring like Bob Backlund Ink jet black and wack... "Hahahahahaha! Hey, what's the meaning of this?" "Shut up!" "Hahahahahahahaha, young man.."
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor
China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits
Double dip/bubble lips, sorrow less midget
Borderline schizoid, sort of fine tits tho
Pour the wine hold the grind, quarter to nine, lets go
Ever since ten eleven, glad she met a brethren
Then his last style seven alligator, seven at the gates of heaven
Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
Yes, no Villain, Metal Face the death stroke
Guest shows, still incredible in escrow
Just say hoe, I will taste the yayo, Wild West style fest, y'all best to
lay low
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
Before the cheddar get away, you best to get Maaco
The worst haters God on perpetrated are favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
... In all quad flavors, large savers
Still back in the game like Jack Lalanne
think you know the name, don't rack your brain
on a fast track to half insane
Either in a slow beat or that of speed or wrath of Kane
Laughter, pain
Doom's songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast
He's at it again
Mad at the pen
Glad that we win a tad fat in a bad hat for men
Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
You can find the Villain in satin congas
The vans screeches
The old man preaches
About the gold sand beaches
The cold hand reaches
For the old tan ellesse's
... Jesus
Ooh, you're like the sun Chasing all of the pain away When you come around, you bring brighter days She told me, you're the perfect one Me and you forever will be He told her, I will rock this microphone ... always! I hold the mic, like niggaz hold their girls tight But I ain't after her, probably your Acura pearl white The hooker? Nah, as many times as I done hit it? To be specific more times than dimes in a briz-nick When you broke North, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick At the Garden, true, that's the god in me, pardon you Jeepers! I was torn back, the hoe gained access to my beeper Call back my secretary gatekeeper Like I ain't peep her, I said, "Darling you was stupid though You know the Super Villain ... hoe!" I had this style ever since I was a child I got this other style I ain't flip in a while, it goes: Pure scientific intelligence, with one point of relevance MC's whose styles need Vellamints And once the smoke clears, tell 'em it's The Super motherfucking Villain, nigga came through raw like the elements On 99 plus one of them And with a flow to pull a fraud nigga file from out in front of him When we with y'all, we had tons of fun Me and my duns and them Actual true and living sons of them Dead planets and God-U's Throwing divine rules to come through, we will over charge you's Fool, and won't feel remorse for shit Except for one time, once I had took my fronts out and lost them shits Scientific gone bezerk like Red Alert I really wanted to pick up was [?] for cheddar dirt The funniest experiments is where I went Obviously dead bent, and spent every red cent To rule you, and still drop more jewels than schools do Or even TV news that's designed to fool you (who?) Yeah you, who hear the most grimy suggestions From brothers with fly names and I.D. questions That's a Secret like Victoria teddy sets that's edible Them's not ready yet for the incredible Team of MC's who broke off fakes Who thought they were slaughta proof Stomping through like North Face waterproof Tat-tat, at the end of that After hit the bar where baby girl bartender at I told her more wine, mingling with no single mentions of Stay tuned for more spine tingling adventures of ...
Already woke, spare the joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke
Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke
Here, share strawberry morinin, Gone and more important spawnin' Torn in, poor men sworn in Cornish hens switchin positions, auditionin' mortitions Saw it in a vision, ignorin prison Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb Found em drowned in cows dung, crowns flung Rings a tinkerbell, sing for things that's frail as a fingernail Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers Seven figures invigor Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea Lend sympathy to limper simple simon rhymin emcees Trees is free, please leave a key These meager fleas, he's the breeze And she's the bees knees for sheez G's of Gs seize property, shopping sprees chop the cheese drop degrees to stop diseases gee wiz pa! DOOM rock grammer like the Kumbaya Mama was a ho hoppa, papa was a rollingstone Star like Obama, pull a card like oh drama! Civil liberties These little titties abilities riddle me, middle C Give a MC a rectal hysterectomy lecture on removal of the bowels, foul technically Don't expect to see the recipe Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee More wreck than section Z What you expect to get for free? Shit from me, history The key, plucked it off mayor Chucked it in the ol tar pit off La Brea, playa They say he's gone too far DOOM'll catch em after Jumar on cue lacka!! Do what'cha gotta do, grarrrr the rumors are not true, gotchu (got you) ma No prob, got the job, hot barred heart throb Scotch Guard the bar the with cotton swabs, dart lob Bake a cake, sweet Jamaica trade in treats on the beach make her skeet til her feets meet Can it be I stayed away too long? Did you miss these rhymes when I was gone? As you listen to these crazy tracks Check them stats then you know where I'm at And that's that
BEEF RAP LYRICS Beef rap Could lead to gettin teeth capped Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap I suggest ya change ya diet It can lead ta high blood pressure if ya fry it Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease It ain't no startin back once arteries start ta squeeze Take the easy way out phony, until then They know they wouldn't be talkin that bologna in the bullpen So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss this They talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'a boil it He be better off on PC glued And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed [food, we need food!] He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit Her bra smell, his card say: aw hell Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel' Keep a cooker where the jar fell And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell Top bleeding, maybe fella took the loaded rod gears Stop feeding babies colored sugar-coated lard squares The odd pairs swears and God fears Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the hard years I wrote this note around New Year's Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares? Enough about me, it's about the beats Not about the streets and who food he about ta eat A rhymin cannibal who's dressed to kill, it's cynical Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral It's a miracle how he get so lyrical And proceed to move the crowd like a old Negro spiritual For a mil' do a commercial for Mello Yello Tell 'em devil's hell no, sell y'all own Jello We hollow krills, she swallow pills He follow flea collar three dollar bills And squeal for halal veal, in y'all appeal Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal Twirl a L after every meal [FOOD] What up To all rappers shut up with ya shuttin up And keep your shirt on, at least a button up Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males? Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales They chippin nails, Doom... jippin scales Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin sales This one goes out to all my peoples skippin bail Dippin jail, whippin tail, and sippin ale Light the doobie til it glow like a ruby After which they couldn't find the Villain like Scooby He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit Overproof drunk shit, and who'da thunk it? Punk try an ask why ours be better It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD, nude! [we need food!]
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