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