Benzi Box Lyrics - Singles - Danger Doom

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 cassette 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