Doomsday lyrics

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`allfools 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!



Dig the sound

Crowd around
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