Paroles Whole new way (doominology) Charles Hamilton

Whole new way (doominology)

Praying little momma didn’t make a difference,
Therefore I make a decision with a secret incision
And making shit, whatever you call it a scout,
Pour the outcome, imma be on top of the talk em
‘bout it, rikki sniffing with indecision,
Is this shit dope, does it give hope?
He don’t throw him, he fuckin’ know him,
Whatever it’s time do you see the fucking omen?
I’m going, could be a check, could be a book, could be a net, could be a look
Inner for your face. Stainless on her ways, could be a net
Thing that it book in the lamest terms, you being a lame, man, makes me look
At the knife I use to straight od, go for the good, go for the gold
The blood is as oil nowadays and it’s too up in this bitch

Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
Doominology, doominology, doominology.

Men should be nuns, men should be farmers,
This is from the doom author
The ending got brought to the present time
Therefore future never mind
But I still see you kind of like a chick corn
Try to creep with, got up in the bio
I ain’t even talking about the shit in three wills
Or four, but you know when you close your door at night?
I’m the guy who brings you from midnight to this frightening moment with me on this mic.
Man, I already gave you instructions,
Play it, turn it up and win it, bust it.
Your speaker’s open, ladies grab a bible, men, grab your little twizzers and get to provoking.
We should no longer be out in the open, roll some green, ladies rosegrin.

Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
Doominology, doominology, doominology.

Reinforce your talent as far as you grow,
And as far as you know, I might just offer you talent
Guess you can play the piano, but be dedicated
Don’t ever hesitate when you’re with it,
Never make a mistake, kiss it.
And don’t end up quitting, ‘cause you’ll let the stupid nigger hit it, bitches
And as for my niggers, clips, don’t worry about shit, nigger, just run your lips.
And if you get the fist get to the bricks. Concrete, don’t talk to me, I’m on three
Kind of like the song on repeat, you forgot to skip, bitch.
Skip it like the little bitches when you play with their ankles I’m like a bango
I make sense, new illuminati, but get it at me, Cleveland, I’ll be your daddy, c’mon.

Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
Do up in this bitch, call me, bitch.
Doominology, doominology, doominology.