MF DOOM - Bells of DOOM lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[MF DOOM - Bells of DOOM lyrics]
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
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!
The bells toll for you! Ha, ha, ha, ha
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
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!
The bells toll for you! Ha, ha, ha, ha