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

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

Sing a of slap happy crappiness
He came to like 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 Gwendolyn
The type to hit and run and go tell a
to El Muerto, cucaracha, exo-skeleton

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

His Doom
They wonder who is he but don't worry
Believe me get busy when it comes to poetry
He's got la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

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

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

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

He know his own strength
When hes on the its like the microphone length
And with aint it funky like dingy
Feel the full effect off cassette in your Box

His name's
They wonder just who is he but don't
me he'll get busy when it comes to poetry
He's got la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la