Whats your favorite doom lyric?

whats your favorite doom lyric?

LIKE SNOT BUBBLES

WE GOT THIS BITCH SHAKING LIKE PARKINSONS

>But I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut

what did he mean by this

They couldn't bang the slang if they looked in thesauruses

The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd The best MC with no chain ya ever heard

Slip like freudian ya first and last step to playing yourself like accordion

How DOOM hold heat and preach nonviolence?
Shhh! He 'bout start speech c'mon silence!

all of Curls

It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
Do not stand still, boast yo' skills
Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills
Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat
Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
Told ya, on some get-rich shit
As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro

Gettin paid like a biker with the best crank
Spray it like a high rank sniper in the west bank

beginning of curls is second for me

first is
hey you got a light? nah, bud light

up, you know it, growin' up too fast. Showin' up to class with Moet in a flask

maybe its the whole her calling him "daddy" kinda thing

>Known as the grimy limey, slimy— try me. Blimey!

he only came to save the game like a memory card

confirmation of your worst fears, ever since his first years had a thirst for beers

This:

"I hold the mic, like niggas hold their girls tight
But I ain't after her, probably your Acura pearl white"

- DOOM - Dead Bent

>Slip like Freudian
>Your first and last step to playing yourself like accordion

This stuck with me since my first listen of madvillany. It's almost a mantra a this point because I recite it under my breath to calm down.

>The van screeches
>The old man preaches
>About the gold sand beaches
>The cold hand reaches
>For the old tan Ellesse's

something about it's just so fucking cool

What the devil, he's on another level

>Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
>Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go

Treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut.

Not technically DOOM but

MASHED POTATOES, APPLE SAUCE

"Good googly moogly, see that loogie?
Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley
You don't watch her, he might house her like Doogie
Just to cut her loosie like *swoosh* Mitsurugi
Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from?
His pops, you gotta give the bum some props
Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker
Doom, that nigga detox with malt liquor
Villain for hire, admire the sound
Make sure The Price Is Right before he come on down!
Rappers be on some, "You you you!"
Forgot who they talking too, too much pork stew
They need to not come out with nothing new
Blew the whole shit up on some, 'What this button do?'"

I don't know why, but those lines always gets stuck in my head.

>One for the money, two for the better green
>3-4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine
>Told the knock kneed ghetto queen get the head fiend
>Tell him it's for Medallin and use oxcyocetaline

Never got this either.
>inb4 One for the money, two for the better green,Three for the methylenedioxymethamphetamine

>Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck
>And still keep your attitude on self-destruct

One for the money, two for the better green
3-4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine

>now you apologize that's what they all say
>you wasnt sorry when you sucked him off in the hall way

had me in my feels when i first heard it

pretty sure that lyric is supposed to read oxy-acetylene (the torch) rather than "oxcyocetaline" which is meaningless even as a chemical name

Was just about to post this

>waiting and waiting
>for a moment of truth and the sun
>dreaming and dreaming
>til the dreams were crushed by our hand
>great thoughts of a triumphing giant
>were given this golden-brown wings
>a man who was an ant and a lion
>died on the isle of the kings

BUTTERY.... BISCUITS

To all rappers: shut up with your shutting up
And keep your shirt on, at least a button-up
Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males?
Out of work jerks since they shut down Chippendales

AND I GET LOST YES YES YES YALL

>just to cool her off she say "niggas ain't about shit"
>I wonder if she meant it though, I doubt it
>the way it be in her mouth, she can't live without it

The first time I heard him follow up that brilliant rhyme with "lawd save us" I audibly chuckled because of how clever that was.

Last Wish: I wish I had three more wishes, and I they'd fix the door to the matrix's mad glitches...

It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playing yourself like accordion

YOU THOUGHT THE SONG WAS OVER

idk man I was just copying rapgenius

Got more soul than a sock with a hole

His geek culture and sci-fi references are the best
>Offside like how Worf ride with star fleet
>...and I wish they fix the door to the matrix it's mad glitches
>If we see tomorrow, the next day classes The villain in the back with the x-ray glasses/Have no fear, the ninja here
In fact, Yee Haw is his best song.

YOU THOUGHT THE SONG WAS OVER

Actually, speaking of DOOM... I've got the 2009 beat mixtape if anybody wants it

got more soul than a sock with a hole

Yo, yo, yo, y'all can't stand right here
In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare
Loud enough to burst his right eardrum close-range
The game is not only dangerous, but it's most strange

One thing this party could use is more booze

all of Raid is quotable

HA
WE TRICKED YOU WE TRICKED YOU

please

its just "three for methylenedioxymethamphetamine" which sounds like 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine the chemical name for ecstacy

Nevermind im retarded i thought you said you didnt understand that line

...try bitin'
superduper stars need orthotricyclen

Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males?
Out of work jerks since they shut down Chippendales

i only play the games that i win at,
and stay the same with more rhymes than theres ways to skin cats.
matter of fact let me rephrase,
with more rhymes and more ways to filet felines these days

The doctor told a patient "It's all in your imagination negro"
Ahh, what do he know?
About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego
Trippin', to date the Metal Fellow been rippin' flows
Since New York plates was ghetto yellow with broke blue writing
This is too exciting
Folks leave out the show feelin' truly enlightened
They say "The Villain been spitting enough lightning
To rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton," alright, then

There they go... feminizing men again.

hmm feel so nice me cum cum on tum tum

BRRAP

its like he eatin watermelon , stay spitting new seeds

As he utter the calm flow
Dont talk about my moms yo
Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow
Or vice versa, whip up a slice of nice verse pie
Hit it on the first try
Villain; the worst guy

Keep tracks to make an Arab thief clap

A lot of crews is too rude
and there's way too many "let's not and say we do" dudes

>A rhyming cannibal who's dressed to kill and cynical
>Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral
>It's a miracle how he get so lyrical
>And proceed to move the crowd like a old Negro spiritual

BREAK THE MIC LIKE A ROCK STAR, BREAK A GUITAR
AND JUMP OFF THE STAGE LIKE, YEE HAW

1 for the paper, 2 for the better green
3-4 methylenedioxymethamphetamine

This

>choking sounds as someone gets mic stabbed through chest
>moaning

"liquor shot if you happy and you know it
as you clap your hands to the thick snot of a poet, flowin
grope a pen and I'm in, cope hymen
doper rhymin' more worther than the hope diamond
acquired off the black market
a wire tappin' couldn't target a jar of spit
The rapid-fire spark lit
zzt, a rapper bug zapper
and it don't matter after if they's a thug or dapper"

Aah -- the stench of first love
The quench of the thirst made it worse
Truly the burst of upper-thrust motion
Trust, devotion
Lust is like the sand where the beach meets the ocean

THIS COULD ALL BE A DISTRACTION JUST TO BUY TIME TO BLAST YOU
SO KEEP SUM'N TO CUT EM 'CASE YOU HAS TO

SLASH HIS WIND PIPE; HE HAD THEM TYPE OF EYES
HE MIGHT BE STIL ALIVE
HOW YOU GET THIS THING TO HYPERDRIVE?

RAIN DROP

>Villain get the money like curls
>They just tryin' to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world
>Land of milk and honey with the swirls
>Where reckless naked girls get necklaces of pearls

Best 4-line bar ever

Enough about me, it's about the beats
Not about the streets and who food he about to eat
A rhyming cannibal who's dressed to kill and cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral
It's a miracle how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the crowd like a old Negro spiritual

In living, the true gods
Giving y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it

*raps off beat*

Got more soul/sole than a sock with a hole