Doomilla

Lyrics

[Verse: Viktor Vaughn] 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 it's 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 eight penthouse, maid look likе Faye Dunaway A lot of y'all ass out like gay runaway It's, how they say? Sеmi-risqué All day everyday, give out Emmys the quick way Have the average MC say, "Give me a sick day" They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh (Oh) Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch In school, he kept a durag in a 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 to 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 your sister, her beat box is more thicker DOOM that nigga detox with more liquor Villain for hire, admire the sound Make sure the price is right before he come on down (Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh) Rappers be on some, "You, you, you" Forgot who they talking to, too much pork stew They need to not come out with nothing new Blew the whole shit up on some, "What this button do?" [Outro: Erick McClinton] "To prepare you for that moment When it will be your turn to shine Try believing in yourself You can change your state of mind"