Impending DOOM

Bro this beat is simply retarded yo,

Sound like it came off the hate Ricky Ricardo show

Lucy on the phone she said "You're not home"

Woozy eyed, chromed out newly fried dome

What they say "When in Rome, do OM"

He don't need much to construed a crude poem

A few bones for an intelligent plan

A couple a grand, and an elephant man hand

Bring a skeleton ya might get a whole jam

Sell it in ya Mom n Pop records ta souls stand

Just don't tell em when a Rock n Roll fan,

He don't eat gelatin, hot or cold ham,

Ya'll don't know the same Daeledus I know



Just to earn trust he try to make me bust a wino

He said "Don't worry, he already did his thinkin"

I tapped him with the 'chete said "Why he still blinkin?

Untie him, do your own dirty"

He shot em and told em "You're not worthy"

So I says "What happened to ya skull piece?

Alotta yall rappers be rappin to dull beats"



He's Robotrons right hand,

A pro-con white man with a Cali-like tan

I'ma like "Tracks is alright man, but uh I don't know

...

Like where's his other foot at?

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Forget it yo."