Doom - Microwave Mayo lyrics

rate me

Chain-smoking beanies 'til his brain's broken completely

Get back on his feet, work out, I need some Wheaties

Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom

Had him in the cobra clutch when he spat the mad hymn

Gems, collection of brats, Timbs and hats

Had no time for the pitty-pat, I'll give him that

The rhythm hit him back with a right hook

Shook it off, caught a shine and thought it was aight, look

The pen's on the shades, the end of days fades

Pretenders lay in dazes on stages, Du-mi-le's

Eat it up, microphone, microwave mayonnaise

His own way was strange but it matters not

Tuned into a frequency tone that shattered rock

Hold it down like Shatner do Spock

Rapper jocks need to put a sock their chatterbox

The block got lighter via stock

Folks gather round, it's no joke like "Knock, knock"

It's them, they came home to roost y'all

And watch 'em transform the game to the rules of foosball

She's too small, any questions?

Him could squeeze blood from a penny in the recession

Keep guessing, it gets deeper than depressing

The power of suggestion, wake or sleep or peep the lesson

Dig that beat, ripped through him with metal fingers

And stomped him with big fat feet

And you know what they say, cut the hay

Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated

But today it's all grey, metallic with a ruby stone

Rude like the type of dude you can write a movie on

Hardcore porn, did his own stunts

Writ his own rhymes and split his blunts

Once in a while, every other minute

Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach

Steady on his business and ready with an I'll pitch

Keeps some bad bills-nitch like Jenny {? }

No hitch, just a shit-load of spit and sneeze

Strictly G stacking up, author, actor, hidden fees

Rap is like the gay club strip tease

With hippies on the yip saying "Hey bub, grip these"

They screaming for attention

Beaming at the mention of a scary demon convention

You could cut the tension with a switchblade

And serve it on the same plate as orders of witch-made

Flayed, persuaded the chambermaid

To bet her cheque on a get naked game of spades

Straight up, no chaser, no layaways

Caution, faint taste of microwave mayonnaise

"Doom has taken over every continent"