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  • Текст песни Danger Doom ft. CeeLo Green - Benzie Box

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    Lyrics to Benzie Box :
    (feat. Cee-Lo)

    [Chorus: Cee-Lo]
    His name's, Doom
    They wonder just who is he
    But don't wor..ry,
    Believe me he'll get busy
    When it comes, to
    poetry he's got plenty
    La la lahhhhhh... la la la la lah

    [MF Doom]
    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 di-gress
    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 gooseneck EQ

    [Chorus]

    [MF Doom]
    Aiy! 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
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