Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Benzi Box, artist - Dangerdoom. Date of issue: 16.10.2005
Song language: English
Benzi Box |
| His name’s, Doom |
| They wonder just who is he But don’t wor. |
| ry, |
| Believe me he’ll get busy |
| When it comes, to poetry he’s got plenty |
| La la lahhhhhh… la la la la lah |
| Jump 'em in like jump rope, double dutch |
| Then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke, subtle touch |
| Cuddle clutch, is this thing on? |
| Like the fling with Mrs. King Kong, this spring gone? |
| Sing a song of slaphappy crappiness |
| He came to blow like it was strapped to his nappy chest |
| Surely I jest, the best on a wireless mic |
| Not an eye test, yet I di-gress |
| But why stress? |
| Try and remember when |
| Maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn |
| The type to hit and run and go tell a friend |
| Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton |
| He know, flow like interstellar wind |
| Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again |
| One two, check me too |
| Loose wreck see through your gooseneck EQ |
| Aiy! |
| If I may interject |
| Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck |
| Cornier and phonier than a play fight |
| Take two of these and don’t phone me on the late night |
| … the beat won’t fail me With more rhymes than times he washed his hands and feet daily |
| And all that kerosene ain’t cheap |
| Villain been deep since a teenage creep |
| Peep — he always was a gentleman |
| And kept the pen and a pencil in his mental den |
| Right there next to where the Rolodex was |
| Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus |
| He don’t know his own strength |
| When he’s on the bone it’s like the microphone’s length |
| and width, ain’t it funky like dingy socks? |
| Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box |