Doom 2 English Beat

A modern day marvel but terrible, better horrible When he grab the mic, son he crushed up all his metacarpals He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident After the show, he didn't follow where y'all taxi went Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill They on the opposition to his ass wack tax bill But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant And super like 1-A, have a fun stay One day, he plan to put in a runway With enough land for his own projects and gun play Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway Alotta y'all ass out like gay runaways It's how they say "semi-risque" All day everyday, give out Emmy's the quick way Have the average MC say, "Gimme a sick day!" They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch In school, he kept a doo-rag in his bag lunch Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit He writ this skit in Sanskrit If the pants fit, sport 'em but rock 'em low Your man like Rollo on the slow, can't knock it though It's like the same hustle bro, two knuckles glow Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show Good googly moogly, see that loogie? Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley You don't watch her, he might house her like Doogie Just to cut her loosie like *swoosh* Mitsurugi Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from? His pops, you gotta give the bum some props Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker Doom, that nigga detox with malt liquor Villain for hire, admire the sound Make sure The Price Is Right before he come on down! Rappers be on some, "You you you!" Forgot who they talking too, too much pork stew They need to not come out with nothing new Blew the whole shit up on some, "What this button do?" Doom cheat the game like walk-thru Run 'em, son 'em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural This flow flip like oranges, apples Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple Leave her at the chapel, don't eat scrapple First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on In came the Villain with their own gear like, "Hi, there Y'all play the rear, this whole year MY year" Metal face beard like Brillo pad Y'all know his steelo so don't feel so bad Seed call him, "Ol' dad," the one the ol' ho had Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads Okay pal, pay him like Paypal So we could be A-OK not OK Corral I think today I'll make the ladies say, "Ow" And maybe fuck around take a bow, now Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades Used to be straight A's and still made the grade Retarded ass, how he get cash so fast Year after last, left back in the retarded class Shoulda went to Boces Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent Find out where that bitch went, get a room pitch a tent Yo yo, Max, yo change the beat yo You got another one ... nah yo

So you wanna be a big-time rock star Without my help you know you won't get too far Just give me everything, you might get something But be prepared to walk away with nothing I'm out here waiting if you wanna join me Bring me a life and don't disappoint me I know you want it so don't keep me waiting I'm rock and roll, I only want your soul You can get there but I won't say how You'll never make it on your own anyhow I think it's only fair that I should tell you now O-oh, there's blood on the highway So many lives between the lines There's blood on the highway And a lot of it is mine Is mine, o-oh Don't look for reasons and don't ask me questions I have the plan and I don't need suggestions I've been doing this for a real long time Jimmy and Janis were both friends of mine You think you're ready for the grand adventure You see there's nothing out there to prevent ya I'm here to tell you that it won't last long I'll still be here after you're long gone I know the secret of your wildest dreams I've got the key to your limousine Just give me everything and leave it all to me There's blood on the highway So many lives between the lines There's blood on the highway And a lot of it is mine O-oh, there's blood on the highway So many lives between the lines There's blood on the highway And a lot of it is mine

Fuck you bet I used to be a little boy They had locks and chains to hold me Filled my room with stupid stupid toys I want my birthday pony, yeah I want my... I want my I don't want no pool table I don't want no light saber I want my birthday pony yeah Don't want no race car track I want to ride the pony back I want my. I want my Don't want no pinball machine I don't want no soda stream Come on When I see her standing in a field She's a beauty, she's a dream She's got those big brown eyes I swear I'm gonna make 'em mine yeah I'm gonna ride, ride the pony So come on, come on Ride the pony Come on, come on I want my I don't want no pool table I don't want no light saber I want my. I want my I don't want no pinball machine I don't want no soda stream I want my birthday pony I don't want no race car tracks I wan't to ride the pony back