Looks like it's gonna be a great day today

To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway

Hey you, got a light? nah, a Bud Light

Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight

Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear

Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year

The rocket scientist, with a pocket wine list

Some even say he might need some puss-psychiatrist

Doom, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering?

She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling

My posse's on broadway like momma I want to sing

Mad plays the bass like the race card

Villain on the case to break shards

and leave her face scarred

Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude

But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food

Uh, what is jalapenas

Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors

Dolla he can overhear the hash is fiender

He just came from over there, the grass is greener

Last wish, I wish I had two more wishes

And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix's mad glitches

Flip so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches

One thing this party could use is more

Booze, put yourself in your own shoes

And stay away from all those pairs

of busted Tims you don't use

He only keep 'em to decorate

If you wanna peep him select a date

And bring a deep check like checkmate

I kid you not, on the dotted line signed

Ever since a minor

kids considered him some kind of Einstein

On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine

But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine

Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick

This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick

On second thought it's too thick

His assistant said: "Doom

you sick" he said: "Truth through acoustics"

Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lowry seasoning

With micropower he's sound and right reasoning

Easy as Pi, three point one four

One more one false move and they're done for