For Doom
Yo, this one's for DOOM
One-two
sh*t, one-two
Check it, one-two
Police sirens when the freestyle stylin'
Cause if my eyes start to get wide, then it's Three Mile Island, yeah
I drank my Ovaltine and redeemed my decoder ring
Got two songs with you, but only spoke to a go-between
Was still proud as f**k to reach ground zero
Cause who the f**k ever gets to rock with they heroes?
Yeah, combining the rhyme with divine winos
My Phantom verse was rewritten three to five times though
I got a text my head spun like a Beyblade
I emailed your homie to see if that sh*t was kayfabe
Supposed to be space age everything feeling late stage
We knew what it was since peach fuzz in the eighth grade
Sing along you a**holes, bring it on commando
Hand wrote just like a letter to the Vietcong from Rambo
Read it all out, ramble I know it and yo
This candle I'mma hold it over vocal samples
I'mma vandal and a poet
My dance ain't the prettiest
My pen ain't the fanciest
My pancreas is f**ked the f**k up like Sid and Nancy's is
I think miscellaneous
And I talk like a know-it-all
I used to buy vodka was basically isopropynol
I melt rings stolen from a whole host of elf kings
In my bedroom crying like a soul-broken whelpling
The news, it knocked it out me like Ronda Rousey
Fool, you're bout to sell more masks than Dr. Fauci
I'm copping one off Etsy to rock it proudly
I'm dad bod saved by the belly Kelly Kapowski
I wrote this rhyme on a rock with a sickle too
Got a pic of you spittin' on some art in my living room
I memorized your lyrics and seen every interview
I looked into the eyes of the piece
He ain't really you!
Supervillain...
This nigga got me again, damn
Rest in peace
