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  • Fish got to swim, birds got to fly
    I got to love one man till I die...
    what's his name?
    Ah wait a minute , I've got his card
    Oo yes! here it is,
    DOOM......... I see.
    It ain't nuttin like a fistfull a cash or a bliss fulla the hash
    That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash
    From talking through your walkman or at your disco bash
    Gimme the timbs rumple stiltskin brown
    A metal face mask with a built in frown
    A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds
    And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown
    Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam
    With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman
    Or i'll break it down for the layman
    Bande soule for that Saint Tropez.. tannnn
    A can a ole gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll
    Keep on moving like Soul II Soul, hold the dough
    Like a fool who stole pity y'all
    From tryna go up against city hall titty bar
    The black mic is like a red violin
    Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again
    Bloody rap game like leviathan
    Leave a bad taste, killin my high like niacin
    Stop kiddin middlemen need Ritalin
    Hit me with the full tin of gin and im a kid again
    Keep the bong lightin straight through the song writin
    The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin, thats inviting all
    To the recitin thats **** and raw
    Hoping all yall come in peace and its open bar
    Tear the roof off this bumba rasclaat
    By the end of the night spazz like shazbot
    Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny
    A ill plot thats ten times Ben Stien money.... funny
    How he rips the scripts with a straight face
    With more rhymes than is lines in ya database
    Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless
    With this food for thought sorta like breakfast
    You could mark it off as wreck on the checklist
    Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace
    ****, that there, could go to help them daycares
    Somebody say yeahh.. (yeahhh!)
    Pay ya fares,... give the Herbalizers his shares
    And y'all could pay DOOM in beers.. Cheers!..
  • [00:00.72]Fish got to swim, birds got to fly
    [00:06.33]I got to love one man till I die...
    [00:11.74]what's his name?
    [00:12.70]Ah wait a minute , I've got his card
    [00:18.07]Oo yes! here it is,
    [00:19.79]DOOM......... I see.
    [00:22.72]It ain't nuttin like a fistfull a cash or a bliss fulla the hash
    [00:26.61]That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash
    [00:30.35]From talking through your walkman or at your disco bash
    [00:33.48]Gimme the timbs rumple stiltskin brown
    [00:35.76]A metal face mask with a built in frown
    [00:38.54]A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds
    [00:41.32]And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown
    [00:44.45]Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam
    [00:46.93]With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman
    [00:50.27]Or i'll break it down for the layman
    [00:52.38]Bande soule for that Saint Tropez.. tannnn
    [00:55.72]A can a ole gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll
    [00:59.61]Keep on moving like Soul II Soul, hold the dough
    [01:01.54]Like a fool who stole pity y'all
    [01:03.30]From tryna go up against city hall titty bar
    [01:06.09]The black mic is like a red violin
    [01:08.51]Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again
    [01:12.00]Bloody rap game like leviathan
    [01:14.29]Leave a bad taste, killin my high like niacin
    [01:16.81]Stop kiddin middlemen need Ritalin
    [01:19.24]Hit me with the full tin of gin and im a kid again
    [01:22.28]Keep the bong lightin straight through the song writin
    [01:25.26]The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin, thats inviting all
    [01:28.31]To the recitin thats **** and raw
    [01:30.22]Hoping all yall come in peace and its open bar
    [01:33.16]Tear the roof off this bumba rasclaat
    [01:35.89]By the end of the night spazz like shazbot
    [01:38.67]Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny
    [01:41.00]A ill plot thats ten times Ben Stien money.... funny
    [01:44.38]How he rips the scripts with a straight face
    [01:46.75]With more rhymes than is lines in ya database
    [01:49.45]Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless
    [01:51.86]With this food for thought sorta like breakfast
    [01:54.55]You could mark it off as wreck on the checklist
    [01:57.33]Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace
    [02:00.16]****, that there, could go to help them daycares
    [02:02.99]Somebody say yeahh.. (yeahhh!)
    [02:05.21]Pay ya fares,... give the Herbalizers his shares
    [02:08.55]And y'all could pay DOOM in beers.. Cheers!..