Is He Ill?

Well Is He Ill? (yes)

Do he really fit the bill? (yes)

Spit to kill? (yes)

Keep things real? (yes)

Know the drill? (yes)

The ledge edge? (yes)

And still ...(yes)

And catch wreck at will? (yea)

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Todays forecast, a slight chance of flurries

A slightly slim chance they might dance to worries

I won't know to say, break thru a cut away

Doom like the rain known to come back another day

Like this day like now-a-day be right there

Like (I, O, A), gimme half a light year

Same time it take y'all to drink a light beer

Feel the wrath of the tooth just like the cast of nightmare

Whoever got the cash, the mic, they both right here

What more can I say? keeps your sights clear

Bare facts, strip you naked to bare backs

The (owner) cant do jack rare tracks for your earwax

Oh snap! You hear that? Naw

Doomsday way up in the cut like maw and paw

When he come out he dumb out

There he go!

The villian with the illest flow in all of mexico

All foes on some when he leave out let me know

Just soes I can breath out before I let go

Rappers is like saschmo that you best know

Invested free dough like matthew lets go!

Sh-- followed by hail storm, snow and earthquakes

Give out more toothaches than first birthday cakes

The more we reverse scripts the worse they fate

To beat cha'll with dimes on dummy (ambesol shake)

Now u got a rhyme tummy ache by mistake

Can't call it, can't call jake, call cannonball face

(dig tapes) and stay in great shape,

Today's rap game is like one big date rape

M-F! the name ring bell like ring ding dong

He can never be wrong like ling ting tong

Once heard a hit song, sounded like an annoying gong

Tt's so wack, I didnt wanna hit the bong

Now who get iller with the pen than I do?

And in it just to get the benjamin like netenyahu? (not you)

Let the god bless you like Achoo!

Get you like whats that on your chest clook! gotchu

(PMS deep) good for you its shredded wheat

As well as getting shredded by the metal headed lead feet

Sun 'em and done 'em like a dad thats dead beat

Beat him like a dead horse nasty as red meat

Doom memorize rhymes and still forgot

Call it how he see it and kill a shot, like willard scott

In the place to be like no iller spot

To spill a knot, it's like a chilling thriller plot

Starring the villian as the black jesus

If it ain't yack or the jack is the grey goose

(stoke) can stay loose off grape juice regardless

Never-the-less did his best on the retarded test

Was trick questions, always kept a cheat sheet

On the microphone, a repper before beat street

And beat meat that MF doom he stay tru

If u online check the site and FAQ

Is He Ill? (yea)

Do he really fit the bill? (yea)

Spit to kill? (yup)

Keep the game real? (yup)

Know the drill? (yup)

The ledge edge? (yea)

And still (yea)

Can he catch wreck at will? (yea)

Is He Ill? (yea)

Do he really fit the bill? (yea)

Spit to kill? (yea)

And keep things real? (yea)

Know the drill? (yup)

The ledge edge? (yup)

And still (yup)

Can he catch wreck at will? (yea)