Tekst:
Doom Sick Joke

Governments are a sick kind of joke - A sick fuckin' joke, Where the rich get richer & the poor on the breadline stay broke. -Give with one hand, snatch

bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck You a joke, I choke whoever

that evil motherfucker Damian Cuttin loose I'm startin funk like Fox Doom juice with doom roots I'm rippin fruit loops apart I'm infested with the doom

-illin' until he a gazzillionaire. Grill and stare. Yeah, ya boy had drama. Got him on a mental plane; avoided bad karma. Once sold an inbred skinhead a nigga-joke

posture The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment Was, is, and forever will be a luxury I'm a SOVREINTY columnist fathering doom

rock hard times I gotta make it through These are rock hard times I don't know what it is they're trying to do to me Make me into some sick joke But

(feat. Danger Mouse and MF Doom) [Brak] Why did you buy this album? I don't know why you did, you're stupid "{Fuck} yourself" [MF Doom] Ha ha ha ha

application of introvert, serpentine [Dose One] Now a sunset without a scrape of red an-an-and plastic bag Now sunk around his head (???) sick-sick-sick-sick... (???) ???? ???? ???? The sickness

you peddle? Better hope your car don't breakdown in the Ghetto Rich companies lobby best Use their products, prepare to lose a breast Why your sick mothers