Doom - More Rhymin' lyrics

rate me

More rhymin', pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timing

Raw lining, Paul Simon touring, I'm in

Boring typing, snoring pipe when hyper than four hype men

Excited writing, trifling times ten

Long stay, songs play, gone haywire, wrong way

On the interstate, integrate all day

It's just a small phase, that's what them all say

Then fall prey in a mini-mall hallway

Meant to be sold, not told to friendly enemies

Remember these intentionally, empathy please

Silent moaning, violent prone atonement

Miles a minute on a microphone, on rent, loan spent

No debt, has bet, fast get, cast jet

Master McSmash, Asterix stashed it last

Not least, pasta pile to hot grease

Geese shot, not easily spotted plot, cease snot release

Hold your insulting tongue and mark his words well

Or end up to the curb and shocked by third rail

Get the message by bird mail or turds flail

Villain man, best nerd male, you heard well

An absurd tale of books, nooks and crannies

Before she look me, how this fancy? Hooks and them granny panties

Or plan B, when in Rome go back home

And get real dome from a well-known crack gnome

He talk to himself when he need someone to hate on

The black-McCain campaign, negative debate-a-thon

Gone wrong on the song, who's zooming who?

Knew it was you Doom all along

Ever he first started the art, it's been worth it

Soon to charter a stint on part of the Chitlin' Circuit

Word kid, get your ticket from the telepath

"Wicked, wicked, wicked" on electroencephalograph

Villain, nice to meet you