Body of Rom
Elders benedictions pausing their extracurricular atrocities
The camaraderie
My eyes fixated, glazed dead on their hypocrisy
Tingling running the full length of my extremities, frayed wire enemies
They stay higher than Bud Dwyers blatant suicidal tendencies
Don't fuck with me
Carry your cross of glass as you pass the mic, on to the future plight of the right
Clenched fists, teeth grit, drenched with
The spit of a group of bigoted elephants, firebrand: unintelligent
Your discernment's completely irrelevant
That's why all of your wifey's are celibate
Death is the settlement
Not as benevolent
As the messiah that you got a fetish with
My vision repels those spells that seep deep inside of your brain cells
Why Rom's fatigued in the sap of the current cinematic remake-hell
Binge-watch the mental of the masses up to season 1,000,000,012
I am not a mirage
Ive collided with bombs
Just a technology God
Its the Body of Rom
Image of all that we love
All that we leave
Head in the clouds
Heart in the streets
Galactically free
Return of the DOOM-Bap
Flyin' off the hinges with this new rap
Fuck all the imitators, simulators and sadist prayers
They a slew of fools
An entire group of blindsided hubris kooks
Flew that coop
This becomes nostalgia in five minutes after this bottle of brew
Pseudo human questions, leavin' ya guessin'
Son of the innocence, only the essence was flawed
By the mortals misguided lessons
Ritualistic possession
A mirror image of humanities facial expressions
She crab soup, we grab loot, and semi-trucks of the gabagool
It aint my fault I brought smelling salts for the cheddar instead of reviving you
Lift the nozzle and select the fuel
Rom forever creating his own rules
Cosmic swervin, on my 10 and two's
Had to completely abstain from the gin and juice
Rom's cuttin' loose, I'm like Chuck and Bruce
Never chopped and screwed, that I promise you
I'm like Judge Doom in a large room
Look like a man, but I'm an evil Toon
Steady dunkin' shoes in the bubbly ooze
I got the weasel crew for the rest of you
Leadbelly blues
While I manipulate the atomic state
Then I chop the brain
And redesign you
With my minds tools
You a blind food
Read the sign dude
I am not a mirage
Ive collided with bombs
Just a technology God
Its the Body of Rom
Image of all that we love
All that we leave
Head in the clouds
Heart in the streets
Galactically free
The camaraderie
My eyes fixated, glazed dead on their hypocrisy
Tingling running the full length of my extremities, frayed wire enemies
They stay higher than Bud Dwyers blatant suicidal tendencies
Don't fuck with me
Carry your cross of glass as you pass the mic, on to the future plight of the right
Clenched fists, teeth grit, drenched with
The spit of a group of bigoted elephants, firebrand: unintelligent
Your discernment's completely irrelevant
That's why all of your wifey's are celibate
Death is the settlement
Not as benevolent
As the messiah that you got a fetish with
My vision repels those spells that seep deep inside of your brain cells
Why Rom's fatigued in the sap of the current cinematic remake-hell
Binge-watch the mental of the masses up to season 1,000,000,012
I am not a mirage
Ive collided with bombs
Just a technology God
Its the Body of Rom
Image of all that we love
All that we leave
Head in the clouds
Heart in the streets
Galactically free
Return of the DOOM-Bap
Flyin' off the hinges with this new rap
Fuck all the imitators, simulators and sadist prayers
They a slew of fools
An entire group of blindsided hubris kooks
Flew that coop
This becomes nostalgia in five minutes after this bottle of brew
Pseudo human questions, leavin' ya guessin'
Son of the innocence, only the essence was flawed
By the mortals misguided lessons
Ritualistic possession
A mirror image of humanities facial expressions
She crab soup, we grab loot, and semi-trucks of the gabagool
It aint my fault I brought smelling salts for the cheddar instead of reviving you
Lift the nozzle and select the fuel
Rom forever creating his own rules
Cosmic swervin, on my 10 and two's
Had to completely abstain from the gin and juice
Rom's cuttin' loose, I'm like Chuck and Bruce
Never chopped and screwed, that I promise you
I'm like Judge Doom in a large room
Look like a man, but I'm an evil Toon
Steady dunkin' shoes in the bubbly ooze
I got the weasel crew for the rest of you
Leadbelly blues
While I manipulate the atomic state
Then I chop the brain
And redesign you
With my minds tools
You a blind food
Read the sign dude
I am not a mirage
Ive collided with bombs
Just a technology God
Its the Body of Rom
Image of all that we love
All that we leave
Head in the clouds
Heart in the streets
Galactically free
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Writer(s): Beecher Britt
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