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Well Is He Ill? (yes) Do he really fit the bill? (yes) Spit to kill? (yes) Keep things real? (yes) Know the drill? (yes) The ledge edge? (yes) And still ...(yes) And catch wreck at will? (yea) [x2] Todays forecast, a slight chance of flurries A slightly slim chance they might dance to worries I won't know to say, break thru a cut away Doom like the rain known to come back another day Like this day like now-a-day be right there Like (I, O, A), gimme half a light year Same time it take y'all to drink a light beer Feel the wrath of the tooth just like the cast of nightmare Whoever got the cash, the mic, they both right here What more can I say? keeps your sights clear Bare facts, strip you naked to bare backs The (owner) cant do jack rare tracks for your earwax Oh snap! You hear that? Naw Doomsday way up in the cut like maw and paw When he come out he dumb out There he go! Letras de cancionesThe villian with the illest flow in all of mexico All foes on some when he leave out let me know Just soes I can breath out before I let go Rappers is like saschmo that you best know Invested free dough like matthew lets go! Sh-- followed by hail storm, snow and earthquakes Give out more toothaches than first birthday cakes The more we reverse scripts the worse they fate To beat cha'll with dimes on dummy (ambesol shake) Now u got a rhyme tummy ache by mistake Can't call it, can't call jake, call cannonball face (dig tapes) and stay in great shape, Today's rap game is like one big date rape M-F! the name ring bell like ring ding dong He can never be wrong like ling ting tong Once heard a hit song, sounded like an annoying gong Tt's so wack, I didnt wanna hit the bong Now who get iller with the pen than I do? And in it just to get the benjamin like netenyahu? (not you) Let the god bless you like Achoo! Get you like whats that on your chest clook! gotchu (PMS deep) good for you its shredded wheat As well as getting shredded by the metal headed lead feet Sun 'em and done 'em like a dad thats dead beat Beat him like a dead horse nasty as red meat Doom memorize rhymes and still forgot Call it how he see it and kill a shot, like willard scott In the place to be like no iller spot To spill a knot, it's like a chilling thriller plot Starring the villian as the black jesus If it ain't yack or the jack is the grey goose (stoke) can stay loose off grape juice regardless Never-the-less did his best on the retarded test Was trick questions, always kept a cheat sheet On the microphone, a repper before beat street And beat meat that MF doom he stay tru If u online check the site and FAQ Is He Ill? (yea) Do he really fit the bill? (yea) Spit to kill? (yup) Keep the game real? (yup) Know the drill? (yup) The ledge edge? (yea) And still (yea) Can he catch wreck at will? (yea) Is He Ill? (yea) Do he really fit the bill? (yea) Spit to kill? (yea) And keep things real? (yea) Know the drill? (yup) The ledge edge? (yup) And still (yup) Can he catch wreck at will? (yea) From Letras Mania