This is a song about "Mf doom"

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Talking of the gods you serve

And thank doom for his herbs/

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The stars and the moon phase told me "no, 'cause when doom takes..."

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

I'm the lord who hauls souls to the doom doors

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

I have a dream in which i will succeed, blow up like a balloon,

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom

Deep ass wounds, sense of doom looms, trapped in the tomb, end it all

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon