[Hook: Cee-Lo Green]
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
[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
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 slaphappy crappiness
He came to blow 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 and remember when
Maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn
The type to hit and run and go tell a friend
Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton
He know, flow like interstellar wind
Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again
Ahem, one-two, 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
[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
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 slaphappy crappiness
He came to blow 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 and remember when
Maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn
The type to hit and run and go tell a friend
Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton
He know, flow like interstellar wind
Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again
Ahem, one-two, check me too
Loose wreck see through your goose-neck EQ
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