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His Doom
They wonder just who is he but worry
Believe me get busy when it comes to poetry
He's got la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Jump 'em in jump rope
Double-Dutch turn on the mic with a thumb stroke
touch, cuddle clutch, is this thing on?
Like the fling with Mrs King Kong, this gone

a song of slap happy crappiness
He came to flow it was strapped to his nappy chest
Surely I jest, the best on a
Mic not an eye test, yet I

But why stress, try an remember
Maybe bit the tender skinned babysitter
The type to hit and run and go a friend
to El Muerto, cucaracha, exo-skeleton

He know, flow like inter-stellar
Tow a rap by his toe and to hell again
Ahem, 1, 2, me too
Loose wreck, see through goose neck EQ

His name's
They wonder who is he but don't worry
Believe me he'll get when it comes to poetry
got plenty la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Ay, if I may
Rap these days is like a pain up in the
and phonier than a play fight
Take two of these and phone me on the late night

The wont fail me with more rhymes
Than times he wash his hands and daily
And all that aint cheap
Villain deep since a teenage creep, peep

He was a gentleman
And kept a pen and a in his mental den
Right there next to the Rolodex was
it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus

He dont his own strength
When hes on the bone its the microphone length
And with aint it funky like socks
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His Doom
They wonder just who is he but don't
Believe me he'll get busy when it to poetry
He's got la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la