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3 Doors Doom

hand Makin' funky tracks With my man Michael Jackson Smooth Criminal That's the man Mike's so relaxed Mingle mingle jingle In the jungle Bum rushed the door 3

Friday running late with rolling off and rolling on Trucks and cars were sleeping, door by door and side by side Someone had to close the back door

me and myself and Irene and my team Fuck your mainstream dry off feet I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3 Now you wavin' six flags like you at GA '

Smoke some sherms Drunk as fuck Rollin up a blunt When I get through smokin it I'm comin to your house nigga What's for breakfast Kickin in your door At 3

So we stepped to the door (Yo, there they go) Oh, I'm gonna do the whore So I walk in (Yo, I hear men talking in the next room) If they flex, doom will

p] Niggaz dat want to space age hustle Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is doomed Ain't no comin back,

, filthy (barkle), Something quite (bait) about today?s date, I?d was hard to locate I?d drunk too much Pernod, Took another swipe with my Mach 3 Turbo

But hes got his diploma Got to give him that I got a radical place Got my own private space It's my sanctuary It's the castle of doom I'm the king of

of what you wish for cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door Its the blood clot blues, the gun-shot wounds the needles and spoons, doomed