Doom Microwave Mayo текст песни, слова песни Microwave Mayo Doom
Doom - Microwave Mayo
Chain-smoking beanies 'til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet, work out, I need some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom
Had him in the cobra clutch when he spat the mad hymn
Gems, collection of brats, Timbs and hats
Had no time for the pitty-pat, I'll give him that
The rhythm hit him back with a right hook
Shook it off, caught a shine and thought it was aight, look
The pen's on the shades, the end of days fades
Pretenders lay in dazes on stages, Du-mi-le's
Eat it up, microphone, microwave mayonnaise
His own way was strange but it matters not
Tuned into a frequency tone that shattered rock
Hold it down like Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks need to put a sock their chatterbox
The block got lighter via stock
Folks gather round, it's no joke like "Knock, knock"
It's them, they came home to roost y'all
And watch 'em transform the game to the rules of foosball
She's too small, any questions?
Him could squeeze blood from a penny in the recession
Keep guessing, it gets deeper than depressing
The power of suggestion, wake or sleep or peep the lesson
Dig that beat, ripped through him with metal fingers
And stomped him with big fat feet
And you know what they say, cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated
But today it's all grey, metallic with a ruby stone
Rude like the type of dude you can write a movie on
Hardcore porn, did his own stunts
Writ his own rhymes and split his blunts
Once in a while, every other minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business and ready with an I'll pitch
Keeps some bad bills-nitch like Jenny {? }
No hitch, just a shit-load of spit and sneeze
Strictly G stacking up, author, actor, hidden fees
Rap is like the gay club strip tease
With hippies on the yip saying "Hey bub, grip these"
They screaming for attention
Beaming at the mention of a scary demon convention
You could cut the tension with a switchblade
And serve it on the same plate as orders of witch-made
Flayed, persuaded the chambermaid
To bet her cheque on a get naked game of spades
Straight up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution, faint taste of microwave mayonnaise
"Doom has taken over every continent"
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