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Him Hand Of Doom

face death's sickly grin Holes are in your skin, caused by deadly pin Head starts spinning 'round, you fall down to the ground Feel your body heave, Death's hands

puts food in the bellies Well it's unfortunate the orphanage Couldn't keep up the mortgages Kid go to school stupid, they teachers ignoring it Sorta just doomed

talkin' about you! Get off the bandwagon Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. Kray Jack the man, ask 'em! Don't need a hand. Rappin

Cold as hell, the town I'm from Won't last too long when you're fakin' the funk I'm the master rapper, so unique Clap my hand when I want my freak You

necessary He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon Use your hands

sign that says all MC's alienable My shiftings is unscalable Take key to the contouring shape of the dagger in my cape Four fifty one, right hand circle

look back A serpent bit her on the leg But she took that From February till june four months of gloom 2 more months before their doom They try to consume

on the wall in my room Bitch want some more nigga, fuck with me I'ma doom shit Nigga give me dope, I accept it but don't respect him Put my foot in

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