MF DOOM — Bells of DOOM

[Intro: Samples & MF DOOM] 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 soundman of all time! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm wit' it He was a recording genius who invented this gizmo that turns bells into bombs, or something! Wow. Gotta get outta the way of the soundwaves of those bells [Verse] 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 wit'choo you when you breathe your last In the meaning in between "pass that grass" Give thanks, his rank is that of big stank dank He often time drank by the river bank 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 40s of ol' gold Hold up, the boldest who ever sold it Whoever dare roll up, prepare to get folded Like Holly Hobbie, gosh golly gee The back of Hector Hoskerish's trolly read "Wash me" (Ha, ha, ha, ha...) Dagnabbit, 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 and can't kick it like a sick habit (The bells) Give him a hero's holla Along wit' more free dough than Creflo Dollar Holy Toledo, how he made base on The Today Show? They say he wear a mask in case his face show It's better than a stocking, birdbrain 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 'n twist his Rollie Fingers moustache Tear ya crew a new.. gash And prepare a new batch of his own special herb goulash Villain, the dork who talk funny And'll put one in ya, so watch where you walk, money Like Semy say, do more boomers, they cure tumors And beware the Doomsta! [Outro] The bells toll for you! Ha, ha, ha, ha...