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{The villain took on many forms} |
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Let he who is without sin cast the first stone |
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After you who's last, it's Doom, he's the worst known |
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That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone |
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Rock it to a worst clone just don't curse the throne |
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On his own microphone bring it everywhere he go |
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So he can bring it to you live in stereo |
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Pan it, can't understand it, ban it |
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The underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded |
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The best, any who profess will be remanded |
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Yes sir, request permission to be candid, granted |
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I don't think we can handle a style so rancid |
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They flipped it like matted, did the old jazz standard |
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Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly |
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Off a two or three Heines and boy was they fine gee |
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One Black, one Spanish, one Chiney |
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It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree |
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Don't sign me I'm about to get a mil without 'em |
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Grab him off the shelf, he's the villain and what about him? |
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So and he's a jerk and you don't know him |
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Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em |
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Poor guys, what a cypha moreso four eyes |
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Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries |
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All rise, so far art as a Rupple |
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So raw break it down and make quadruple |
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It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil |
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And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful |
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Like getting juiced off a deuce, deuce of cokey |
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Keep it low key, known to pull a okey dokey |
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Silly Goose, Doom is too jokey |
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Damn, he could really use a room or a whole key |
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Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads |
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True dat, she gotta wonder do she come with kneepads |
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What a call, what a real butterball? |
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Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball |
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Rock it like yeah, for the four |
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With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl |
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Yeah, y'all you could say, it's an earful |
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Beware, do not touch mic, be careful |
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And just like he said, I coulda told ya |
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MF, the holder of a boulder, money folder |
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It's ain't funny nigga |
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Money folder |
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{The muscle bound karate expert |
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Concealed a razor edge |
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Which could lop the head off |
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Of a marble statue once propelled} |
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{With notorious world takeover schemes |
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And the most magnificent gadgets imaginable |
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Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow |
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It is explained by a more comedic villain} |
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{The bald headed, Doom |
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This villain rose to incredible new heights |
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Of money-making, revenge and extortion |
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Such was the magnitude of the typical villain |
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This is no answer, very well then, a duel to the death} |
