| Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke
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| Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke
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| Here, share a strawberry morning
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| Gone, an more important spawning, torn in, poor men sworn in
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| Cornish hens switching positions
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| Auditioning morticians, saw it in a vision, ignoring prison
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| Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb
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| Found 'em drowned in cow’s dung, crowns flung
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| Rings a Tinkerbell, sing for things that’s frail as a fingernail
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| Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers
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| Seven figures invigor
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| Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male
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| Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea
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| Lend sympathy to limper Simple Simon rhymin' emcees
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| Trees is free, please leave a key
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| These meager fleas, he’s the breeze
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| And she’s the bee’s knees for sheez, G’s of G’s
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| Seize property, shopper sprees, chop the cheese
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| Drop degrees to stop diseases, gee-whiz, Pa!
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| DOOM rock grammar like the kumbaya
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| Mama was a ho hopper
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| Papa was a Rolling Stone star like Obama, pull a card like oh drama
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| Civil liberties
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| These little titties abilities riddle me, middle C (Ahhhh!)
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| Mmm, give a MC a rectal hysterectomy
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| Lecture on removal of the bowels, foul technically
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| Don’t expect to see the recipe
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| Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee
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| More wreck than Section Z, what you expect to get for free?
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| Shit from me, history
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| The key, plucked it off the mayor
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| Chucked it in the ol' tar pit off La Brea, player
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| They say he’s gone too far
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| DOOM’ll catch em after Jumah on cue lacka!
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| Do whatcha gotta do, grarrrr
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| The rumors are not true, got two ma
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| No prob, got the job, hot bod, heartthrob
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| Scotchguard the bar with cotton swabs, dart lob
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| Bake a cake, sweet, Jamaica trade in treats on the beach
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| Make her skeet til her feets meet
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| Can it be I stayed away too long?
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| Did you miss these rhymes when I was gone?
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| As you listen to these crazy tracks
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| Check them stats then you know where I’m at
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| And that’s that
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| Look, there’s Doom now!
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| I followed him to the studio, but I was too late to stop him
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| That’s right! |
| You’ll never stop me!
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| You’re dead! |
| You’re all dead! |
| Doom! |