For DOOM

Yo, this one's for DOOM, one-two Shit, one-two Check it, one-two Police sirens when the freestyle stylin' 'Cause if my eyes start to get wide, then, it's Three-Mile Island, yeah I drank my Ovaltine and redeemed my decoder ring Got two songs with you, but only spoke through a go-between Was still proud as fuck to reach ground zero 'Cause who the fuck ever gets to rock with they heroes? Yeah Combining the rhyme with divine winos My "Phantom" verse was rewritten three to five times, though I got a text; my head spun like a Beyblade I emailed your homie to see if that shit was kayfabe Supposed to be space-age, everything feeling late-stage We knew what it was since "Peachfuzz" in the eighth grade Sing along, you assholes; bring it on, commando Hand-wrote, just like a letter to the Vietcong from Rambo Read it all out, ramble, I know it And yo, this candle, I'ma hold it over vocal samples I'm a vandal and a poet My dance ain't the prettiest; my pen ain't the fanciest My pancreas is fucked the fuck up, like Sid and Nancy's is I think miscellaneous, and I talk like a know-it-all I used to buy vodka—was basically isopropynol I melt rings stolen from a whole host of elf kings In my bedroom crying like a soul-broken whelpling The news, it knocked it out me like Ronda Rousey Fool, you're 'bout to sell more masks than Dr. Fauci I'm copping one off Etsy to rock it proudly I'm dadbod, Saved by the Bell-y, Kelly Kapowski I wrote this rhyme on a rock with a sickle, too Got a pic of you spittin' on some art in my living room I memorized your lyrics and seen every interview I looked into the eyes of the piece—he ain't really you! Supervillain This nigga got me again, Goddamn Rest in peace