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DOOM, et al.

by Animated Anemone

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GHOUL 02:37
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the beat is sicker than the blood in your stool the way it repeats can trick ya like a stuttering fool uttering butter king jewels his mudda been cool schooled her how to wash away the crud in the drool pool made his chrome dome glisten at first he couldn't tell she had a chromosome missin' kept a spare somewhere in these underwear, he swear it helped her get the gum out her hair they need to get they thumb out they rears and show some skills the one time they come out in years instead of dumbin' out in fears of they own shadow in a game that swell 'em up to dead 'em like cattle take your rattle and skedaddle before you get a whippin' with the pen and pad paddle ghouls, got 'em modeling gear he came with more rhymes than molecules in air ghouls, got 'em modeling gear he came with more rhymes than molecules in air ghouls, got 'em modeling gear he came with more rhymes than molecules in air the track was like a thorn in his back as for the rhymes, i'll give y'all fair warnin', it's crack whoever start to smokin', come back quit or catch a heart attack up in some bum shack sharper than a thumb tack his body was a temple made of chemicals to the dimple to him still it wasn't so simple kept his right and left hand beefin' one knockin' teeth in, the other one chiefin' but first, this song'll make you wanna stomp ya ten toes swooped up hooptie pinto off a pimp my whip before they put the system in and had it all stripped it ain't no need to trip indeed he ripped scripts from here to jebip get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer burnin' like a bag of schwag cess in the air ghouls, got 'em modeling gear he came with more rhymes than molecules in air ghouls, got 'em modeling gear he came with more rhymes than molecules in air
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VOMIT 02:00
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it's the beat, i hear it in my sleep sometimes blare it in your jeep so your peeps can stare at them rhymes real rhymes not your everyday hologram even when ribs was touchin', never swallowed the ham he'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad it might need salt like your man's bland ballad a lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell you's blues on l juice, snooze, all hell loose rake it, take it like the good, the bad, the ugly break it, rollin' through ya hood in the caddy buggy butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy always threw me off when she told me, "daddy, funk me" i'm like, "anywho's" seeds walkin' all out in street with out any shoes i guess it's better than some funky socks you need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox instead she wanna hear the beatbox take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock sing it, bring it, back to your laboratory while he's in his oratory, glorious like a horror story the mask is like jason they told the place not to let the basket type case in he could be some kind of wacko waitin' for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho he busted in, blessed be the lord who believe any mess they read up on a message board if so, i got bridges for the low low same bitch a-go dry snitchin' to the popo here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier feel like i've been gone over a year, came home to old gear it was the shit when i first scooped it at least i get to sit out in new york and curse stupid plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty well edumacated, he heard it when he meditated in deep theta, let her hate the creep later dedicated cheap skata who keeps data say he stay self medicated to sleep later side effects is similar to sugar pill whoever go next on the mic he put a booger, ill and made his exit on some calm shit begged him on the regular for kegs of more vomit
3.
DETOX 01:40
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a modern day marvel, but terrible—better—horrible when he grab the mic from 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 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 more liquor
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MONEY 03:07
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let he who is without sin cast the first stone after you who's last, it's doom, he's the worst known that'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone rock it to a worst clone, just don't curse the throne own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go so he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o pan it, can't understand it, ban it the underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded the best, any who profess will be remanded yes sir, request permission to be candid? granted i don't think we can handle a style so rancid they flipped it like madlib, did a old jazz standard i don't think we can handle a style so rancid they flipped it like madlib, did a old jazz standard don't mind me, i wrote this rhyme lightly off of two or three heines, and boy was they fine, g one black, one spanish, one chinese it keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree don't sign me i'm about to get a mil' without 'em crowd him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him so, and he's a jerk and you don't know him mad how he expand work but won't show 'em poor guys, what a sight for old, sore four-eyes now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries all rise, so far art as a ruble so raw, break it down and make quadruple it's crucial, you could see it in his pupil and this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey silly goose, doom is too jokey damn he could really use a room or a hoe key egads, he got enough styles to start three fads true dat, she bad, i wonder do she come with kneepads what a call, what a real butterball either i get a strike or strike out, gutterball rock it like gear for the fall with knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl yeah y'all you could say its an earful beware, do not touch mic, be careful and just like he said, i coulda told ya mf, the holder of a boulder, money folder
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WHIPS 02:24
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i could understand it v the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic unhand it! whoever go after burn they hands and lips a lot of rappers ran and abandoned they whips it's just another day in the dunya don't leave your girl around v he might swoon her up under the window serenade her like a crooner stay ahead of the game and cut her off sooner rather later use her to gather data scoop her in the butter soft moon roof navigator or the land or the lex or the benz 116th by the hour from the africans but they won't let you push 'em one tried to get fly i almost had to mush him if i wanted to rob him i would have wore a mask hit him with the four, took the dough and tore ass want not, waste not, front not they didn't see him dip into the 50 cent blunt spot v walked the town with space boots, space suits fucked up cut but she still say his face cute told the streets "what you staring at?" the sewer cap opened up and said "why you wearing that?" he said "oh you wanna snap, piss-face? the way you be in everybody business is a disgrace!" at the park gates "hark who goes there?" "it's v, the mc who's nasty as nose hair" "you may go" he said "you should have been say so!" tipped him in cash, an argentinian peso "there you go my good man, buy something nice for the seed" and please keep it moving twice the speed consider that your fair warn or else i'll bring it to ya express like airborne" vaughn, drop a turd on the beat and shout out that little bird from the word on the street he write "vik" in a sick demented handstyle and go bombing with a chick who whipped the rented van while all he say is "you nuts" he really had enough of poo putts and crew cuts soup's on! and i got a coupon chinese restaurant asking for the grey poupon he said "no! duck sauce, soy sauce! and this ain't no burger king so you don't get no toy, boss" oh-oh it's beer o'clock i think i'm sober "how 'bout we think this over over a can of king cobra" (ok) you ain't nicer than the lunatic sheister aka the vikster, or the vikmeister he wonders should he get a baldie or keep his edge up, v-shaped like mamuwalde that is the question they wonder why he always wear hats in the sessions (listen up) new drink, named it after chong daughter triple shot of 'gnac with a chaser of bong water v a strong supporter triple shot of 'gnac with a chaser of bong water (i dare ya) c'mon bring the slaughter (y'all scared!)
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GIRLS 02:21
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(my favorite ladies...) mary, you make me wanna eat you everytime i see you, it's like the first time i meet you fragrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too seductive and whatever, it might as well be see through like my genie in a bottle miss could get me rich like a magaziney model before you know it, he have her on a stroll fresh and ripe, complexion like acapulco gold if i had to guess, just right, not a day old like a cradle robber, copped her off, shop a trailer-load know the right number, you can get her and hit it while you would've sold to the highest bidder like fruits and berries, bring daddy loot in a hurry just be cute, and don't worry type to make a nigga hallucinate and admit it then she started losing weight and letting everybody hit it unlike ally (sometimes she gets bitter) always kept me happy, never had a problem with her she used to let me use her, back when i was looser respect her until to this day and never did abuse her i told her i'll be faithful, but she don't believe me i probably could've been, if i'd never meet evie she make me feel all fuzzy inside, it's loco you won't get nowheres near her if you're broke though kept a shorty, man, find 'em much thinner if caught i get mad time just for touching her knock wood, so much for hymens so fly, she should be in the sky with diamonds little young thing, she liked to do the tongue thing at times, she would play hard to get, fronting or something, she made me feel like the number one king run into her now, and we still catch a fun fling met her out in central park--that's one sign had the god mentally sparked, reflecting sunshine she said "you need to stop messing with that white girl she fucking with your head and got your heart in a tight curl" we messed around once or twice, but she don't know me she helped me get money at the dunce price ot plus she from colombia, so she really spanish cookie known to make a cat bank account vanish and miss hazy, older woman, mature black everytime she sees me, i end up gettin towed back all she want me to do is blaze it crazy the only one complaint is, she make me too lazy sugar-mommy laced me with the butter navy avi just her way to make up for the headaches that she gave me it's all gravy, when i'm done getting my mack on ally is always there to help me get back on
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MINOR 01:38
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tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor china was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren then it's last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas yes, no? villain, metal face to destro guess so, still incredible in escrow just say ho! i'll test the yayo wild west style fest, y'all best to lay low hey bro, day glo, set the bet, pay dough before the cheddar get away, best to get maaco the worst hated god who perpetrated odd favors demonstrated in the perforated rod lavers ...in all quad flavors, lord save us still back in the game like jack lalanne think you know the name, don't rack your brain on a fast track to half insane either in a slow beat or that the speed of "wrath of kane" laughter, pain hackthoo'ing songs lit, in the booth, with the best host doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast he's at it again mad at the pen glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men grind the cinnamon, manhattan warmongers you can find the villain in satin, congas the van screeches the old man preaches about the gold sand beaches the cold hand reaches for the old tan ellesse's ... jesus
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FADED 02:59
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HAVOC 01:20
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GREAT 02:15
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released September 3, 2018

CRYSTAL CASINO, mick - production
MF DOOM - vocals
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