His name's Doom They wonder just who is he but don't worry Believe me he'll get busy when it comes to poetry He's got plenty la, la, la, la, la, la, la
't go there Stay on sale like a old coat made of mohair Keep a snotty chicken on E, the Lone Ranger Why everybody always pickin' on danger and doom?
L lit, doped up on thorazine Matter of fact, make mine's a double Few could see the point like a line through the hubble Doom hit the eye in the sky
the crosshairs Hey Mr. Thundercleese What's that you were singing? (It is the Robotic Hymn of Doom) Well, I always say Nuttin' livens up a Robotic Hymn of Doom
Superfly Snuka and a superhoe Chew a MC like El Chupa Nibre Digest a group and sell the poop on eBay Danger with the vest screamin, "Shoot the DJ!" Doom
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, why is she Black Debbie? No, not in a bad way It's just to tell them apart because she's black True, Doom rolled on through
[Talib Kweli] One two three, in the place to be! MF Doom, Talib Kweli, ah here we go On born days, I used to blow out the candles; and every Saturday
rappers, twenty-three skidoo Excuse you, any room in the class front? For a blast of the blunt, shroomin' since last month Doom a human in the mask, born to stunt Danger
toupee, the male pattern anime herald A good laugh like the walk to the bank Not the plank, talk to the hand and the hot frank dog Danger Doom it's
with that two for you One, two for me, G, cut the cranky attitude Wet him like a handkerchief on a stanky fatter dude Whether you's a rapper or dang
a monologue and jest with the guests Madlib switch the beat and walk him to the desk With Danger holding down the control room Late again returning from commercial I told you Doom
rum, I'm sure he could use a shot Just to get his cues hot, ensure he don't lose his spot A stranger who speaks to you vocal Danger made the beat get
Behold y'all, the digital vats of urine Drink up bitches, taste our liquid gold Err, you must respect yourself First, you wreck yourself, hey man, you
wasn't glued too tight All he had upstairs was a crude light You think that's weird? He lived next door to a food fight Howdy Danger, much obliged for
(feat. Talib Kweli) [Talib Kweli] One two three, in the place to be! MF Doom, Talib Kweli, ah here we go On born days, I used to blow out the candles
(feat. Cee-Lo) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] His name's, Doom They wonder just who is he But don't wor..ry, Believe me he'll get busy When it comes, to poetry he
twenty-three skidoo Excuse you, any room in the class front? For a blast of the blunt, shrooming since last month Doom a human in the mask I'm on the stunt Danger
with the guests Madlib, switch the beat and walk him to the desk With Danger holding down the control room Late again returning from commercial - I told you Doom
