Doomsday cuts it up like a Shaolin monk, pumping the funk in your junk-trunk punk. There's no escaping here, I'm gonna beat you out of shape, like a fucking black hole even light can't escape. So listen up bitch, 'cause there may be a test, my style is smooth, but it's hard to digest. I'm about to ignite. God damn, that was some stanky-ass funk.
Somebody open a motherfuckin' window.
Yo Doomsday, take us out.