Doom

Doom - Gazzillion Ear lyrics

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Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and

Won't stop rockin' til he clocked in a gazillion grand

Tillin' the wasteland sands

Raps on backs of treasure maps stacks to the ceiling fan

He rest when he's ashes

Ask 'em after ten miles of his goulashes, smashes stashes

Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster

A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster

They supposed ta know, it show when his aura glow

Get from out the row, when he get dough it's horrible

Time is money spend way save invest the fess

From ten case of cave with chicken chest S

Yes ya'll the dub will get your trickles

The best ballers pitch in to rub and get a nickels

But tut tut, he about to change the price again

It go up each time, he blow up like hydrogen

(Villain!) Villain here, have em shrillin' in fear

And won't stop top illin' til he a gazillionaire

Grillin' stare, yeah ya boy had drama

Got em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma

Once sold a inbred skinhead a nigga joke

Plus a brand new chrome smokin' with the triggers broke

I thought I told em "Firing pins was separate"

He find out later when he tries to go an rep it

Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah

Charged an advance to translate it and ignored it, sorta

One monkey don't stop no slaughter

A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border

Know the drill, it ain't worth the overkill

Flow skill, still there's no thrill

Villa bill ya ten K bills in his pilla

Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with...

Dilla, (Dilla) mix, mix, mix

Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick

Sketch lyric, bet 'cha by the nick on some vic

Ick from the drumstick, come with the dumb shtick

Sick slick, hidden in a book

The only way they find it if you're spittin' in a hook

Listen, don't look now, keep walkin'

Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin'

Hawk men stalkin' hear that we hawkin' often

Coughing to a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then

He's like Warf, some say stronger though

Off the top J strong bow, play along bro

Wear a mask like yo off the Gong Show

Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro

For ya info when he's not practicing Jim Crow

A actress and some nympho bimbo

He's playin' Ray Jay the old tape

DOOM - well what can I say like JJ in a gold cape

Fill it to the rim like brim

Villain and ya won't find him in no gym

Probably a foggy bog with the frogs

With a dot on the guard as he squat on a log

Half cocked and half baked

Used to keep a full stock of work half rocked and half shake

My mistake, sign a track agreement

For more G's than lines and cracks in the cement

In any event it's fake like wrestling

Get em like Jake The Snake on mescalines

Ahem, elixir for the dry throat

Tried to hit the high note, Villain since a itsy bitsy zygote

By remote, send in the meat wagon

Braggin' MC's packed in with they feets draggin'

These stats are staggerin'

Had his PHD in indiscreet street hagglin'

Villain, his agenda is clear

Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here

It's not meant for the seein'

Went through the celing after entering his center being

A new meanin' to sales through the roof

Guaranteed raw and saw his truth was truth, proof

It's the return of the tramp

Who do a duet jam when +Earnest Goes To Camp+

For the right earn - na'mean like Vern

We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn

Jiminy crickets

He gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off sickly lyrics

One man's waste is another man's soap

Sons fan base know the brotha man's dope

A real weirdo with a bug rare flow

And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow

He wears a mask so the charge won't grab

On a rooftop with a large stone slab

Heads up, talk white and thought niggerish

Refuse to walk tight and got his off the vigorous

Black licorice and equally as yucky

How he handled the money was strictly Dan Stuckie

Monkey hustle, man on fire

Later for the date than the Hadron Collider

And cost more, it be singin' like a style

Doom leave the competition steamin' like a pile

Smile, ding! Sparkling jewels

In effect like alternate side of the street parkin' rules

Fools, the roach was never dead

Live for a week, then dehydrate with a severed head

Instead it was depicted as flicked in

Split the wig, slit

(Can you dig it?)

"We have got to try and find Doom! "

"Good luck! "

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