Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, why is she Black Debbie? No, not in a bad way It's just to tell them apart because she's black True, Doom rolled on through
she "Black" Debbie? [Stormy] No, not in a BAAAD way It's just to tell them apart because she's... black! [MF Doom] True, Doom rolled on through with
Tradução: Danger Doom. No hay nombres.
Tradução: Danger Doom. No hay nombres (Negro Debbie).
: Careful, human, coming is a stranger hooded, swinging a broad scythe of danger! choir I have no name and I have no time brings out my game
a sense of danger Everything is lost In the name of entertainment We are doomed Entertain the thought that We are still alive Entertain the notion Of impending doom
Michael whom I love dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name
Aiyoo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a crew We're more like a movement, more like in tuned with The moon and the stars, some say I'll soon be doomed for
sound is in tune You're a joker, a riddler, I'm dr. doom You say doctor who? *echoed* I tell you, my symphony is you and your crew It's the danger dome
of corruption. * Military acts are bathed in those gory tales. Tired Marines, edgy to fuck and sleep, are blessed in his name. Pious virgins in desire
"Things take a turn for the worse" "Send him back where he came from" "We got shots fired down the street" [Doom] Ba-di-yahhhh... "Alright, steady"
't go there Stay on sale like a old coat made of mohair Keep a snotty chicken on E, the Lone Ranger Why everybody always pickin' on danger and doom?
toupee, the male pattern anime herald A good laugh like the walk to the bank Not the plank, talk to the hand and the hot frank dog Danger Doom it's
dude Whether you's a rapper or dang sanger Once you in the zone only, one way out like a gang banger With a new crew key chain and street name What
I craft, is harder than Chinese math Plus I lay you down for standing on Dangerous Ground [Chorus: Keith Murray, 50 Grand (with variations)] Aiyyo you're standing on Dangerous
and two mic rhymes Be them average MC's of the times Unlike them, we craft gems So systematically inclined to pen lines Without sayin' a producer's name
of cipher An unknown, forgotten language You decipher it as a name but don't know it welcomes you to death You are damned... Many dangers have wounded
