Danger Doom - Benzi Box lyrics

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, la, la Jump 'em in like jump rope Double-Dutch then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke Subtle touch, cuddle clutch, is this thing on? Like the fling with Mrs King Kong, this spring gone Sing a song of slap happy crappiness He came to flow like it was strapped to his nappy chest Surely I jest, the best on a wireless Mic not an eye test, yet I digress But why stress, try an remember when Maybe bit the tender skinned babysitter Gwendolyn The type to hit and run and go tell a friend Word to El Muerto, cucaracha, exo-skeleton He know, flow like inter-stellar wind Tow a rap jinn by his toe and to hell again Ahem, 1, 2, check me too Loose wreck, see through your goose neck EQ 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, la, la Ay, if I may interject? Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck Cornier and phonier than a play fight Take two of these and dont phone me on the late night The beat wont fail me with more rhymes Than times he wash his hands and feet daily And all that kerosene aint cheap Villain been deep since a teenage creep, peep He always was a gentleman And kept a pen and a pencil in his mental den Right there next to where the Rolodex was Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus He dont know his own strength When hes on the bone its like the microphone length And with aint it funky like dingy socks Feel the full effect off ca**ette in your Benzie Box 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, la, la