Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XXI: Rage Quit the Machine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom |
I’m the Doom slayer |
Wrecking Hell’s new layer |
Do it all myself |
Don’t need help from a two-player |
Spilled a bit of blood, shed a few tears |
Used it to fill up my cup |
Here’s to you, cheers! |
Ooh, yeah, I’m going nuclear |
You’ll be blowing up |
Like confused flute players |
Useless, you’re gonna need to make a few prayers |
But they’ll be left unread or two blue ticks |
Oh, hi! |
I’m the slayer! |
So, take five from dying, say, «Heya!» |
Is that the time? |
It’s time to pay up |
Click-clack, clip, mag |
Boom, boom, boom! |
I can’t stop bringing this bloody doom, doom, doom |
It’s gonna make your brain go boom, boom, boom! |
I can’t stop bringing this bloody doom, doom, doom |
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) |
Psst, wake up! |
It’s a beautiful day to use a grenade |
Or my Crucible Blade |
Do look away if you’re not a suitable age |
You don’t wanna know what’s happening if you disobey |
So, do be behaved 'cause I’m truly depraved |
Dishing-out punishment in numerous ways |
Serving up pain like a human buffet |
A crude combination of blood fued and ballet |
Play furiously! |
Face melting |
You’ll be looking like Deontay eight rounds in |
As I raise hell, case shells |
Tinkle when they hit the ground |
So, they sound like sleigh bells |
Hear the bass pounding as I make hell |
Into my playground, never stay still |
I’ve gotta pay my bills |
And the currency I deal in is demon kills |
Boom, boom, boom! |
I can’t stop bringing this bloody doom, doom, doom |
It’s gonna make your brain go boom, boom, boom! |
I can’t stop bringing this bloody doom, doom, doom |
(Boom) |
I’m on a mission, yeah, rip and tear |
Treat weapons like kitchenware |
Look, I got a meat hook, so, come and eat up |
Flame-grilled, hey, tell me I’m a mean cook |
Cooking up a Nadeshot |
Take your face straight off |
Looking like a big red-velvet cake dropped |
May as well name it, «The Great Hell Bake Off» |
Bullets always comin' out the chamber, it’ll stay hot |
I’m getting more headshots than an Aimbot |
If I die; |
respawn right on the same spot |
It’s my day-job, done it from day dot |
One day, I may stop |
Then again, I may not |
Boom, boom, boom! |
I can’t stop bringing this bloody doom, doom, doom |
It’s gonna make your brain go boom, boom, boom! |
I can’t stop bringing this bloody doom, doom, doom |
If you take this opportunity to recommend this to whoever |
Doom, doom, doom! |