Benzie Box
๐ต 1826 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:00 duration
๐ ID: 6454941
๐ Lyrics
His name's DOOM
They wonder just who is he
But don't worry
Believe me, he'll get busy
When it comes to
Poetry he's got plenty
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Jump 'em in like jump rope, double dutch
Then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke, subtle touch
Cuddle clutch, is this thing on?
Like the fling with Mrs. King Kong, this spring gone?
Sing a song of slaphappy crappiness
He came to blow like it was strapped to his nappy chest
Surely I jest, the best on a wireless mic
Not an eye test, yet I digress
But why stress? Try and remember when
Maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn
The type to hit and run and go tell a friend
Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton
He know, flow like interstellar wind
Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again
Ahem, one-two, check me too
Loose wreck see through your goose-neck EQ
His name's DOOM
They wonder just who is he
But don't worry
Believe me, he'll get busy
When it comes to
Poetry he's got plenty
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Ayy, if I may interject
Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck
Cornier and phonier than a play fight
Take two of these and don't phone me on the late night
The beat won't fail me
With more rhymes than times he washed his hands and feet daily
And all that kerosene ain't cheap
Villain been deep since a teenage creep
Peep, he always was a gentleman
And kept the pen and a pencil in his mental den
Right there next to where the Rolodex was
Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus
He don't know his own strength
When he's on the bone it's like the microphone's length
And width, ain't it funky like dingy socks?
Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box
His name's DOOM
They wonder just who is he
But don't worry
Believe me, he'll get busy
When it comes to
Poetry he's got plenty
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
They wonder just who is he
But don't worry
Believe me, he'll get busy
When it comes to
Poetry he's got plenty
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Jump 'em in like jump rope, double dutch
Then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke, subtle touch
Cuddle clutch, is this thing on?
Like the fling with Mrs. King Kong, this spring gone?
Sing a song of slaphappy crappiness
He came to blow like it was strapped to his nappy chest
Surely I jest, the best on a wireless mic
Not an eye test, yet I digress
But why stress? Try and remember when
Maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn
The type to hit and run and go tell a friend
Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton
He know, flow like interstellar wind
Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again
Ahem, one-two, check me too
Loose wreck see through your goose-neck EQ
His name's DOOM
They wonder just who is he
But don't worry
Believe me, he'll get busy
When it comes to
Poetry he's got plenty
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Ayy, if I may interject
Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck
Cornier and phonier than a play fight
Take two of these and don't phone me on the late night
The beat won't fail me
With more rhymes than times he washed his hands and feet daily
And all that kerosene ain't cheap
Villain been deep since a teenage creep
Peep, he always was a gentleman
And kept the pen and a pencil in his mental den
Right there next to where the Rolodex was
Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus
He don't know his own strength
When he's on the bone it's like the microphone's length
And width, ain't it funky like dingy socks?
Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box
His name's DOOM
They wonder just who is he
But don't worry
Believe me, he'll get busy
When it comes to
Poetry he's got plenty
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.56] His name's DOOM
[00:17.05] They wonder just who is he
[00:19.24] But don't worry
[00:22.18] Believe me, he'll get busy
[00:24.35] When it comes to
[00:27.20] Poetry he's got plenty
[00:29.22] La, la, la
[00:32.95] La, la, la, la, la
[00:35.19] Jump 'em in like jump rope, double dutch
[00:37.25] Then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke, subtle touch
[00:40.04] Cuddle clutch, is this thing on?
[00:41.93] Like the fling with Mrs. King Kong, this spring gone?
[00:44.88] Sing a song of slaphappy crappiness
[00:47.36] He came to blow like it was strapped to his nappy chest
[00:49.76] Surely I jest, the best on a wireless mic
[00:52.57] Not an eye test, yet I digress
[00:54.83] But why stress? Try and remember when
[00:57.01] Maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn
[00:59.71] The type to hit and run and go tell a friend
[01:01.95] Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton
[01:04.77] He know, flow like interstellar wind
[01:06.92] Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again
[01:09.72] Ahem, one-two, check me too
[01:11.84] Loose wreck see through your goose-neck EQ
[01:14.02] His name's DOOM
[01:16.58] They wonder just who is he
[01:18.72] But don't worry
[01:21.13] Believe me, he'll get busy
[01:23.64] When it comes to
[01:26.48] Poetry he's got plenty
[01:28.66] La, la, la
[01:32.30] La, la, la, la, la
[01:34.45] Ayy, if I may interject
[01:36.50] Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck
[01:39.18] Cornier and phonier than a play fight
[01:41.59] Take two of these and don't phone me on the late night
[01:45.19] The beat won't fail me
[01:46.50] With more rhymes than times he washed his hands and feet daily
[01:49.53] And all that kerosene ain't cheap
[01:51.38] Villain been deep since a teenage creep
[01:53.97] Peep, he always was a gentleman
[01:56.36] And kept the pen and a pencil in his mental den
[01:59.31] Right there next to where the Rolodex was
[02:01.44] Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus
[02:04.73] He don't know his own strength
[02:06.07] When he's on the bone it's like the microphone's length
[02:08.82] And width, ain't it funky like dingy socks?
[02:11.36] Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box
[02:13.59] His name's DOOM
[02:15.73] They wonder just who is he
[02:17.99] But don't worry
[02:20.66] Believe me, he'll get busy
[02:23.06] When it comes to
[02:25.72] Poetry he's got plenty
[02:28.18] La, la, la
[02:31.78] La, la, la, la, la, la
[02:34.50]
[00:17.05] They wonder just who is he
[00:19.24] But don't worry
[00:22.18] Believe me, he'll get busy
[00:24.35] When it comes to
[00:27.20] Poetry he's got plenty
[00:29.22] La, la, la
[00:32.95] La, la, la, la, la
[00:35.19] Jump 'em in like jump rope, double dutch
[00:37.25] Then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke, subtle touch
[00:40.04] Cuddle clutch, is this thing on?
[00:41.93] Like the fling with Mrs. King Kong, this spring gone?
[00:44.88] Sing a song of slaphappy crappiness
[00:47.36] He came to blow like it was strapped to his nappy chest
[00:49.76] Surely I jest, the best on a wireless mic
[00:52.57] Not an eye test, yet I digress
[00:54.83] But why stress? Try and remember when
[00:57.01] Maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn
[00:59.71] The type to hit and run and go tell a friend
[01:01.95] Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton
[01:04.77] He know, flow like interstellar wind
[01:06.92] Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again
[01:09.72] Ahem, one-two, check me too
[01:11.84] Loose wreck see through your goose-neck EQ
[01:14.02] His name's DOOM
[01:16.58] They wonder just who is he
[01:18.72] But don't worry
[01:21.13] Believe me, he'll get busy
[01:23.64] When it comes to
[01:26.48] Poetry he's got plenty
[01:28.66] La, la, la
[01:32.30] La, la, la, la, la
[01:34.45] Ayy, if I may interject
[01:36.50] Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck
[01:39.18] Cornier and phonier than a play fight
[01:41.59] Take two of these and don't phone me on the late night
[01:45.19] The beat won't fail me
[01:46.50] With more rhymes than times he washed his hands and feet daily
[01:49.53] And all that kerosene ain't cheap
[01:51.38] Villain been deep since a teenage creep
[01:53.97] Peep, he always was a gentleman
[01:56.36] And kept the pen and a pencil in his mental den
[01:59.31] Right there next to where the Rolodex was
[02:01.44] Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus
[02:04.73] He don't know his own strength
[02:06.07] When he's on the bone it's like the microphone's length
[02:08.82] And width, ain't it funky like dingy socks?
[02:11.36] Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box
[02:13.59] His name's DOOM
[02:15.73] They wonder just who is he
[02:17.99] But don't worry
[02:20.66] Believe me, he'll get busy
[02:23.06] When it comes to
[02:25.72] Poetry he's got plenty
[02:28.18] La, la, la
[02:31.78] La, la, la, la, la, la
[02:34.50]