Testo Bells Of DOOM - MF DOOM feat. The Prof.
Testo della canzone Bells Of DOOM (MF DOOM feat. The Prof.), tratta dall'album The Prof Meets The SUPER VILLAIN
I'll show the world, and more particularly
Those dim-witted, no-talent studio execs, that I
I'll prove that I'm the greatest sound man of all time
He was a recording genius who invented the
Gizmo that turns bells into bombs or something
Wow, gotta get out of the way of the soundwaves of those bells
Who got the most whips, gats and cash?
If you ask the Villain, he say, "Who gives a rat's ass?"
Can't take it with you when you breathe your last
In the mean and in between, pass that grass
Give thanks, his rank is that of big stank dank
He often time drank by the riverbank
And kept a silver shank for a calm cat
Always stayed strapped for hand-to-arm combat
For DOOM, the bell tolls
Let them fools know ain't no more room in these hell holes
It's filled up to the brim with sold souls
Crackheads, dope fiends and forties of old gold
Hol' up, the boldest whoever sold it
Whoever dare roll up, prepare to get folded
Like Holly Hobbie, gosh golly gee
The back of Hector Hoskovic's trolley redwash me (Ha ha ha ha)
Dagnabit, the mask is like a chick magnet
Some'll let you stab it for a nic of the babbit
They say he talk slick like Dick Cavett
A fiend for the mic, he can't kick it like a sick habit (The bells!)
Give him a hero's holla
Along with more free dough than Creflo Dollar
Holy Toledo, how he make bass on The Today Show?
They say he wear a mask in case his face show
It's better than a stocking, bird brain
Find him on the corner rockin' Mockingbird Lane
He's a odd man, grandma, and she's a bad mamma-jamma
Either squeeze the damn hammer or stop complainin'
On the top, he's remainin'
A lot of pop sensations need more proper home trainin'
The people say he's the nicest
He only wants to be left alone to his own devices
If the price is right, he might sing a new smash
Then laugh and twist his Rollie Fingers mustache
Tear your crew a new gash
And prepare a new batch of his own special herb goulash
Villain, the dork who talk funny
And I'll put one in ya, so watch where you walk, money
Like some of you say, "DOOM all boomers, they cure tumors"
Beware the DOOMster
The bells toll for you, ha ha ha ha
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Writer(s): Daniel Thompson, Devin Horwitz
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