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I know ya, like it here
 The hard thing's returning
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 Looks like it's gonna be a great day today
 To get some fresh air like a stray on a straight away
 Hey you, got a light, nah, a Bud Light
 Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight
 Lookie here, it's just the way the cookie tear
 Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year
 The rocket scientist with the pocket wine list
 Some even say he might need some p-sychiatrist
 Doom, are you pondering what I'm pondering
 Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering
 She's just a foundling barely worth fondling
 My posse's on Broadway like, "Mama, I Want To Sing!"
 Mad plays the base like the race card
 Villain in the place 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
 Ugh, what is jalapeños
 Get it like a whooping when you holla at your seniors
 Dolla you can overhear the hashish vena
 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, sometime my jaw twitches
 One thing this party could use is more... booze
 Put yourself in your own shoes
 And stay away from all the pairs of busted Tim's you don't use
 He only keep 'em to decorate
 If you wanna peep 'em, select a date
 And bring a deep check like checkmate
 I kid you not on the dotted line sign
 Ever since a minor kids consider him some kind of Einstein
 On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine
 But not quite the type that you might wanna 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; the flow is drowned in lowry seasoning
 With micropower he sound in right reasoning
 It's easy as pi: 3.14
 One more, one false move and they done for