More Rhymin' Lyrics - Born Like This. - Doom

More rhymin', pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timing 

Raw lining, Paul Simon touring, I'm in 

Boring typing, snoring pipe when hyper than four hype men 

Excited writing, trifling times ten 

Long stay, songs play, gone haywire, wrong way 

On the interstate, integrate all day 

It's just a small phase, that's what them all say 

Then fall prey in a mini-mall hallway 

Meant to be sold, not told to friendly enemies 

Remember these intentionally, empathy please 

Silent moaning, violent prone atonement 

Miles a minute on a microphone, on rent, loan spent 

No debt, has bet, fast get, cast jet 

Master McSmash, Asterix stashed it last 

Not least, pasta pile to hot grease 

Geese shot, not easily spotted plot, cease snot release 

Hold your insulting tongue and mark his words well 

Or end up to the curb and shocked by third rail 

Get the message by bird mail or turds flail 

Villain man, best nerd male, you heard well 

An absurd tale of books, nooks and crannies 

Before she look me, how this fancy? Hooks and them granny panties 

when in Rome go back home 

And get real dome from a well-known crack gnome 

He talk to himself when he need someone to hate on 

The black-McCain campaign, negative debate-a-thon 

Gone wrong on the song, who's zooming who? 

Knew it was you Doom all along 

Ever he first started the art, it's been worth it 

Soon to charter a stint on part of the Chitlin' Circuit 

Word kid, get your ticket from the telepath 

"Wicked, wicked, wicked" on electroencephalograph 

Villain, nice to meet you 

{*snore*} You born like this?