Doomsday lyrics

Artist  : Mf Doom 
Song : Doomsday



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Mic check...

Come through, dig the sound!

Crowd around!



I used to cop a lot

But never copped no drop

Hold mics like pony tails, tight, in [????]

Stop and stick around

Come through and dig the sound

Of the fly brown six-o 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 strap

[? Vemstack?] cats get kidnapped

Then release a statement to the press - let the
rest know who did that

Metal Face terrorists claim responsibility

Broken household name usually said in
hostility

Um... what... MF, you silly

I'd like to take "Mens 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

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, Doom will lay

Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to
say?

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 17, up under the top bunk

I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop
junk

Pop the trunk on See-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, askin' ‘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

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, Doom will lay

Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to
say?

Doomsday

Every 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 nipple and tip of
nipples?].metal fang

Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang

Known amongst foes for flow with no talking
orangutangs

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

Spittin' 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!



Doomsday!



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