Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sofa King, artist - Dangerdoom. Date of issue: 16.10.2005
Song language: English
Sofa King |
| Scared of a bunch of water? |
| Then get out the rain |
| Order a rapper for lunch and spit out the chain |
| Then kick a lungie off the tip of his Timbo |
| And trick a honey dip into a game of strip limbo |
| Odd, he couldn’t find no remorse |
| A wink is as good as a nod to a blind horse |
| Of course his technique was from a divine source |
| Never knew the price of ice or what swine cost |
| One guy tried to bite the heat |
| That’s when he discovered the other other white meat |
| Ohh! |
| The one they hate so well |
| He sure keeps it psycho like the old Bates Motel |
| They came to ask him for at least some new tracks |
| But only got confronted by the beast with two backs |
| Knock. |
| Mouse is a made man |
| Villain laid it down like the best laid plan |
| Bell the cat, who the hell is that near the middle? |
| Got y’all but it’s not all beer and Skittles |
| Prepare the vittles, got riddles and spittles |
| Crystal clear to the jot, or the tittle |
| Sssst! |
| It’s hot off the griddle |
| Came to take the cake whether it’s a lot, or a little |
| Kaboom; |
| DOOM is nervous large |
| You could tell by his blooming room service charge |
| Dark and tall to boot |
| The only thing was wrong was he was bald as a coot |
| Used to rent a van from Peter Pan, the red and tan |
| And keep the human foot for his dead man’s hand |
| This was when the mask was brand spanking new |
| Before it got rusted, from dranking all the brew |
| Stanking too, pew |
| Kept all his earnings in the bank and his shoe |
| Spat what he knew, energy for true |
| To all fake rappers, twenty-three skidoo |
| Excuse you, any room in the class front? |
| For a blast of the blunt, shrooming since last month |
| DOOM a human in the Mask, born to stunt |
| Danger zooming past mad fast on the hunt |
| Keep your streets, we got the city neatly conquered |
| Discretely with the CD till they be completely bonkered |
| The fans demanded it, handled it, swallow it |
| His own brand of shit, if only he could bottle it |
| Hmm, nah, shit could get messy |
| The feds tried to torture him for the secret recipe |
| He said it’s no use, I only know half |
| No speaka de english, I only do the math |
| BZZT! |
| Felt no pain |
| His brain was saturated with cocaine and Rogaine |
| He said, «Try scam, no-thing, three-card, dead |
| Fly man go for bling, he got bled |
| I jam over sting, see spots red |
| I am 'Sofa King, We Todd Ed'» |
| We, Todd, Ed |
| Now repeat all, very fast please |
| I am, Sofa King (faster) |
| I am Sofa King We Todd Ed |
| No no, not so fast, loses meaning |
| I am so fucking retarded |
| Hohohohohoho, you say, funny thing! |