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MF Doom, MF Grimm - Doomsday

Doomsday
MF Doom, MF Grimm
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[Intro:]
[MF DOOM:]
Mic check!
Come through, dig the sound!
Crowd around!
[Pebbles the Invisible Girl:]
When I was led to you,
I knew you were the one for me.
I swear the whole world could feel you MC.

[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
I used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop,
Hold mics like pony tails tight and bob a lot.
Stop and stick around, come through and dig the sound
Of the fly brown 6'0'' sicko psycho who throws his dick around.
Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap,
It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped,
Femstat cats get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the press, let the rest know who did that.
Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility,
Broken household name usually said in hostility,
Um, what is MF? You silly!
I'd like to take "Means to the End" for two milli'.
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily double,
Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo!
Watch your own back came in and go out alone, black,
Stay in the zone – turn H2O to cognac.

[Chorus: MF DOOM]
"On Doomsday, ever since the womb
‘Til I'm back where my brother went", that's what my tomb will say
Right above my government, Dumile;
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section,
If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then,
Cell number seventeen, up under the top bunk,
I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk.
Pop the trunk on Cee Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped,
God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape,
Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children,
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building.
While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer,
I'm trading science fiction with my man the live lifer,
A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime,
Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime.
Get out my face, asking ‘bout my case, need toothpaste,
Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadent,
And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness,
Real mens mind their own business.
That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch,
How come I hold the microphone double-clutch,
C.O.'s make rounds, never have ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox' Brown.

[Chorus: MF DOOM]
"On Doomsday, ever since the womb
‘Til I'm back where my brother went", that's what my tomb will say
Right above my government, Dumile;
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
"Doomsday, ever since the womb
‘Til I'm back to the essence", read it off the tomb,
Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say?
Pass the mic like "Pass the peas", like they used to say.
Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk,
I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk,
Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang,
Nicknames off nippling tip of nipples metal fang.
Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang,
Known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutans,
Only gin and Tang
Guzzled out a rusty tin can, me and this mic is like yin and yang.
Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth,
It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth,
I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth,
Spitting all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth,
But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce,
So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife,
Strong enough to please a wife,
Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life.
Cut the crap far as rap,
Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing.
What the Devil? He's on another level,
It's a word! No, a name! MF – the Super-Villain!

[Outro:]
[MF DOOM:]
Doomsday!
Check the sound!
Right around!
[Pebbles the Invisible Girl:]
When I was led to you,
I knew you were the one for me.
I swear the whole world could feel you MC.

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