Bells of DOOM

Lyrics

[Intro: samples & MF DOOM] "I'll show the world and, more particularly, those dim-witted, no-talent studio execs, that I...I'll prove that I'm the greatest soundman of all time!" Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... don't worry "He was a recording genius who invented this gizmo that turns bells into bombs, or something?" "Wow. Gotta get outta the way of the sound waves of those bells!" [Verse: MF DOOM] Who got the most whips, gats, and cash? If you ask the Villain, he say, "Who gives a rat's ass? Can't take it wit' you when you breathe your last In the meaning, in between – pass that grass" Give thanks, his rank is that of big stank dank He often time drank by the river bank And kept a silver shank for a calm cat Always stay strapped for hand-to-arm combat For DOOM, the bell tolls Let them fools know ain't no more room in these hell holes It's filled up to the brim with sold souls Crackheads, dope fiends, and 40's of Old Gold Hold up – the boldest who ever sold it Whoever dare roll up, prepare to get folded Like Holly Hobbie, "gosh, golly, gee" The back of Hector Hoskovitz's trolly read "Wash me" ("Ha, ha, ha, ha...") Dagnabbit, the mask is like a chick magnet Some'll let you stab it for a knick of the babbit They say he talk slick like Dick Cavett A fiend for the mic and can't kick it like a sick habit ("The bells...!") Give him a hero's holla Along wit' more free dough than Creflo Dollar Holy Toledo, how he made base on The Today Show? They say he wear a mask in case his face show It's better than a stocking, birdbrain Find him on the corner, rockin' "Mockin' Bird Lane" He's a odd man, Grandma And she's a bad mamma-jamma Either squeeze the damn hammer – or stop complaining On the top, he's remaining A lot of Pop sensations need more proper home training The people say he's the nicest He only wants to be left alone to his own devices If the price is right, he might sing a new smash Then laugh and twist his Rollie Fingers moustache Tear ya crew a new–gash And prepare a new batch of his own Special Herb goulash Villain – the dork who talk funny And he'll put one in ya, so watch where you walk, money Like Semmi say – do more boomers, they cure tumors And beware the DOOM-ster! [Outro] "The bells toll for you! Ha, ha, ha, ha..."