Dumile's eccentric wordplay makes him a favorite of underground hip-hop fans. He is heavily influenced by American comic books (especially the Fantastic Four and their battles with Dr. Doom). Japanese science fiction is also an influence; the concept for King Geedorah (which is derived from Ghidorah) and the Monsta Island Czars comes from the Godzilla movie series. He is also renowned for bringing comedy back into the sometimes overly serious world of rap lyrics and a unique, sample-heavy production style.
Early Years with KMD
He was born in Southwest London, England on January 9, 1971 to a South African father and a West Indian mother; the family moved to New York and lived in Long Island where he was raised.
His debut in the world of rap music came when he devised the concept for, and guest-appeared on, the song "The Gas Face" by the rap group 3rd Bass, under the MC name Zev Love X along with his younger brother Subroc. Zev Luv X, Subroc, and another MC called Onyx The Birthstone Kid together formed the group KMD. Originally, "KMD" stood for "Kausing Much Damage," but before their first album they changed it to "a positive Kause in a Much Damaged society." KMD were all members of the Ansaar Allah community based in Brooklyn, New York. KMD signed with Elektra Records label under the A&R Dante Ross, who noticed KMD through the 3rd Bass record. KMD released 1991's Mr. Hood as part of a short-lived trend of conscious hip hop outings, along with labelmates Brand Nubian and other groups like Poor Righteous Teachers.
Subroc was accidentally struck and killed by a car in 1993 while attempting to cross a busy Long Island expressway, before the release of a second KMD album entitled Bl ck B st rds. The group was subsequently dropped from Elektra Records before the release of the album due to controversy over the album's cover art which featured a cartoon of a stereotypical pickaninny or sambo character being hanged from the gallows.
Birth of MF DOOM
Still dealing with the loss of his brother, Dumile became disillusioned and began to suffer from bouts of depression. He disappeared from the hip-hop scene from 1994-1997, and testifies to living "damn near homeless, walking the streets of Manhattan, sleeping on benches and shit." Shortly after this time, he left New York City and settled in Atlanta. According to interviews with DOOM, he was also "recovering from his wounds" and swearing revenge "against the industry that so badly deformed him." Meanwhile, Black Bastards was heavily bootlegged and Zev Love's legend grew. In 1997, he began appearing at the Nuyorican Poets Café at open mic events for rappers, although few people knew that the man freestyling with a stocking over his face was the former Zev. The imaginative MC began using new identity MF DOOM, inspired by the Marvel Comics supervillain Dr. Doom, and wearing a similar metal mask which he would not perform or be photographed without. The Dr. Doom style mask was eventually replaced with a replica of the mask Russell Crowe wore in the film Gladiator.
"My partner Lord Scotch came up with the design. Ill graffiti artist. He fabricated the mask out of...it was originally...you know that movie Gladiator? Son had the helmet piece on it with the mask on the front. We found an exact replica of the mask. He takes the faceplate off, attached that to the inside of a construction helmet, where you can tighten the helmet."
(MF stands for Metal Face (and his production name: Metal Fingers). MF Grimm gave the MF title to DOOM. Grimm's stands for Mad Flows. Grimm has since givin the MF title to other emcees).
The release of Operation: Doomsday in 1999 by independent label Fondle 'Em marked the official turning point for Dumile in his reinvention of himself from a major label recording artist of minor status to independent artist, where he would find his greatest success while maintaining the most control over his music.
Operation: Doomsday was received very well by underground listeners and was re-released in 2000. The following year, he began releasing albums of instrumental work, a series known as Special Herbs for several small record labels under the name Metal Fingers. He created an additional alter-egos King Geedorah as a member of Monsta Island Czars, a group consisting of MF Grimm and (currently) 14 other underground New York emcees who released their debut album in 2003.
Mainstream Recognition
MF DOOM was still far below the radar of mainstream press when two albums were released under new aliases by different labels in 2003. The first was Vaudeville Villain, released under the name Viktor Vaughn on Sound-Ink Records, and the second was King Geedorah's Take Me To Your Leader, released by Big Dada/Ninja Tune. Viktor Vaughn appears as solely a rap project - he has no production or executive producer credit on the album, but raps throughout the album - and alternately, King Geedorah is a conceptual production project. Although he raps on few of the songs on Take Me To Your Leader, the album is produced entirely by MF DOOM. Several of his long time collaborators appear as MCs.
DOOM's first commercial breakthrough came in 2004, with the album Madvillainy together with producer Madlib under the group name Madvillain. Released by Stones Throw Records, the album was a critical and commercial success. MF DOOM was seen by mainstream audiences for the first time as Madvillain received publicity and acclaim in publications such as Rolling Stone, New York Times, The New Yorker, and Spin. A video for "All Caps" and a 4-date U.S. tour followed the release of Madvillainy. An additional video for "Rhinestone Cowboy" and a segment from the tour are shown on the DVD Stones Throw 101.
DOOM was featured on the 2004 De La Soul release The Grind Date, MF DOOM rapping on the track "Rock Co.Kane Flow", which was also released as a single. Late in the year, DOOM's second solo album MM..Food was released by the Minnesota-based label Rhymesayers Entertainment, using various food items to metaphorically explain life and his own complex personality. As Viktor Vaughn he released his sophomore effort Venomous Villain (also called VV2), an album which received mixed reviews mostly critical of production values considered inferior to DOOM's recent work, and its short 33 minute length, with only 10 minutes featuring DOOM.
In 2005 MF DOOM took another step towards the commercial mainstream (while maintaining his independent artist status) with The Mouse and the Mask, a collaboration with producer DJ Danger Mouse released under the group name Danger Doom. The album was released on October 11, 2005 and frequently references characters from Cartoon Network's [adult swim]. He also voiced the giraffe named Sherman in [adult swim]'s Perfect Hair Forever; not coincidentally a song on The Mouse and the Mask called "Perfect Hair" references the cartoon extensively. Perfect Hair Forever did not debut officially on [adult swim] until a month after Danger Doom, so many listeners might not have gotten the references to Coiffio and Mt. Tuna. Also on this album, MF DOOM dissed M.I.C and MF Grimm in a song called "El Chupa Nibre" when he referred to the group as "midgets into crunk". MF Grimm released a retaliatory track titled "The Book of Daniel", which will appear on his album, American Hunger.
In 2005, MF DOOM appeared on two other Danger Mouse-produced projects: the Gorillaz album Demon Days, rapping on the song "November Has Come", and Danger Mouse's remix of Zero 7's "Somersault".
Current & Upcoming Projects
MF DOOM's creativity continues in 2006. DOOM produced several tracks on Ghostface Killah's Fishscale album released in April, and the two are currently at work on a collaboration album called Swift & Changeable due sometime in '07 on Lex Records (UK) & Nature Sounds (US). A new Danger Doom EP Occult Hymn was released via download on Adult Swim's website. The EP included new tracks: El Chupa Nibre Remix (again dissing the MIC with Monkeys Into Crime), Korn Dogz, Perfect Hair II, Sofa King Remix, Madlib's version of Space Ho's and a couple skits. DOOM is also planning to make another Madvillain album with producer Madlib, with one song first appearing on the [adult swim]/Stones Throw Records album Chrome Children, which also contains the first-ever live show by DOOM released on DVD.
He also plans to make another Danger Doom album with Danger Mouse.
Also in the works is his own record label Metal Face Records. Upon launching of the label, DOOM will release Hassan Chop's debut LP The Pen & The Sword. Another LP to be released on the label is The John Robinson Project - Who Is This Man?, due early '07, which is a collaboration between Lil Sci (of Scienz Of Life) and DOOM. Sci will handle the vocals and DOOM the production.
Personal Life
Dumile is rarely seen in public without a mask or hood on, and there exist no promotional photos or videos of his face post-KMD.
In an interview conducted on Independence Day in 2006 and published on his Myspace page, he stated that he is married, with two children, one of them teenage.
He currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia.
One Beer
Daniel Dumile Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of brew
There's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number on the label
"It's on me, put it on my tab kid"
However you get there, foot it, cab it, Iron Horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell they stole it, he told her he lost it
She told him "Get off it," and a bunch other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting seed after seed
It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him to autograph her derriere, it read
"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd, love, villain"
Take pride in code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye
And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel
And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uhh, plumbing fixed
"How theres only one left? the pack comes in six
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught like, "What you doing G?
Don't make me have to get cutting like truancy
Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me"
Looser than a pair of 'Didas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came do the thing again no matter who be blinging
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Teletubbies
Few can do it even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wear mask like a tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out, one, two, three, no bodies please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shottie, nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat, like ya boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and everybody on the floor
A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
There, it is done
Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed, all of the world's leaders on earth are under my control
And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM, shall be voted master of the world
My plan is foolproof but just in case
And what about snow?
And you keep your eyes open
When I tell ya, start snappin'
(Oh yeah, sure)
Uh, ladies and gentlemen
I am risking my life to tell you with great concern that I must warn you
I, I, you must listen
Many among you, have, have, have their minds taken over
(What a story, start snappin')
DOOM, gosh, I wish I'd brought my autograph book
(Your attempts at humor bore me)
Right lead head
You're weird
Why is everyone staring at us?
(Aw, I should have realized we must look like freaks to them)
Relax masseur, just do your thing
(Get a good grip on my)
What? Why I'll bend your read out meter for ya, you little
(Knock it off, Ben)
What's the matter?
(Oh, Ben)
You're nothing but a chicken head
(You overgrown granite head)
(Hold it)
The lyrics to Daniel Dumile's song "One Beer" are about the joys of drinking beer and the craziness that can ensue when getting intoxicated. The first few lines indicate that the singer doesn't get much pleasure from fancy drinks like champagne; instead, he prefers beer. The lyrics then move on to describe a wild party scene where rappers are screaming, and people are getting drunk. The singer describes how there's only one beer left, and people are fighting over it. He then raps about how he's going to drink all of the other rappers under the table, and they can put it on his tab if they want. He sings about swallowing MC's and drinking beer with them until he passes out.
In the second verse, the lyrics switch to a narrative about a group of people at a party. The rapper tells a story about a man trying to slide with four or five women and getting caught. He then goes on to describe himself as looser than a pair of Didas (Adidas) and relates how the other MCs sound like cheerleaders compared to him. He talks about how he loves doing shows and getting paid for it, then switches gears again to describe how he plots his shows like robberies in order to get the most out of them. He threatens to mic-check people with his shotgun microphone if they don't follow his rules, and describes how he brings the heat like he's gone to war.
Overall, the song is a commentary on the wild nightlife of rappers and the consequences that come with partying too hard. It's a humorous ode to alcohol and what it can do to people who don't know how to handle themselves.
Line by Line Meaning
I get no kick from champagne
I don't enjoy champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
I don't enjoy alcohol
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
Why should I pretend to like something I don't?
I get a kick out of brew
I enjoy beer
There's only one beer left
There's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Rappers are too loud
Tempt me, do a number on the label
I am tempted to drink so much that I forget the brand of the beer
Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table like
I can drink more than other rappers
"It's on me, put it on my tab kid"
I'll pay for everyone's drinks
However you get there, foot it, cab it, Iron Horse it
It does not matter how we get there, whether by foot, cab, or train
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
If you pass out from drinking, you lose
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
I perform well and proudly
Told him tell they stole it, he told her he lost it
I tell my fans my microphone was stolen or lost, in order to create mystique
She told him "Get off it," and a bunch other more shit
Fans often confront me about my missing microphone
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
Despite my success, I need new creative ideas
It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting seed after seed
I repeatedly produce rap lyrics, like seeds from a watermelon
It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off
Smoking weed inspires me and I want more of it
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
After smoking weed, I weed up choking and coughing
They group been soft
Other rappers are not as talented as me
First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off
Other rappers start acting foolish after just one hour of drinking
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
I left to get sexual pleasure while others were still drinking
She asked him to autograph her derriere, it read
A fan asked me to sign her butt
"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd, love, villain"
I wrote an insulting message while signing
Take pride in code words
I like having secret code words and messages in my music
Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
I am a strange and nerdy rapper with a cold personality
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
I will likely continue to rap in old age
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
I learn about food and diet from my local pizza delivery person
No he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye
The pizza delivery person is not too cool to sleep with unattractive women
And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel
The pizza delivery guy flirts and touches women
And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
I have a similar feeling when rapping
They call the super when they need their back, uhh, plumbing fixed
I am the person who gets called to fix things
"How theres only one left? the pack comes in six
Someone is confused about why there is only one beer left
Whatever happened to two and three?"
Someone is wondering why the other beers disappeared
A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught like, "What you doing G?
Someone was caught trying to take other people's beers
Don't make me have to get cutting like truancy
I will punish people who misbehave
Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me
You and I need to have a serious conversation
Looser than a pair of 'Didas
The rapper is not stylish enough to wear Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
The rapper's music is so loud it might break your speakers
MC's sound like cheerleaders
Other rappers are too loud and annoying
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
Other rappers have no style and perform poorly
DOOM came do the thing again no matter who be blinging
I always perform well, regardless of who else is there
He do it for the smelly hubbies
I make music for people who are unattractive
Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Teletubbies
Fans of my music know what it is about
Few can do it even fewer can sell it
Few people can make good music, even fewer can make money from it
Take it from the dude who wear mask like a tarded helmet
I'm a good example of someone who wears a mask for artistic purposes
He plots shows like robberies
I carefully plan my concerts and performances
In and out, one, two, three, no bodies please
I keep my fans safe while performing
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
I'm successful and will reward those who help me
The mic is the shottie, nobody move, nobody get hurt
I am in control when I hold the microphone
Bring heat, like ya boy done gone to war
I am powerful and aggressive when performing
He came in the door, and everybody on the floor
As soon as I perform, the audience gets excited
A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
I am busy with many projects
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
I am always performing or producing new music
Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed, all of the world's leaders on earth are under my control
I have complete control over the world leaders
And when they meet tomorrow in a special session, I, DOOM, shall be voted master of the world
I will become the leader of the world
My plan is foolproof but just in case
I am prepared for any setbacks
And what about snow?
There is an unexpected distraction
And you keep your eyes open
Be alert
When I tell ya, start snappin'
Take action when I say
Uh, ladies and gentlemen
I'm speaking to the audience
I am risking my life to tell you with great concern that I must warn you
I am taking a big risk by warning everyone
I, I, you must listen
I am urging people to listen to my warning
Many among you, have, have, have their minds taken over
People's minds are being controlled
DOOM, gosh, I wish I'd brought my autograph book
Someone wants me to sign something
Your attempts at humor bore me
I don't think the other person's jokes are funny
You're weird
I think the other person is strange
Why is everyone staring at us?
People are paying attention to us
(Aw, I should have realized we must look like freaks to them)
I realize that we're not like most people
Relax masseur, just do your thing
Someone is trying to calm the masseur
(Get a good grip on my)
The artist wants a physical massage
What? Why I'll bend your read out meter for ya, you little
The masseur is angry and might hurt the singer
(Knock it off, Ben)
Someone else in the room is telling Ben to calm down
What's the matter?
Someone wants to know why Ben is angry
(Oh, Ben)
Another person is addressing Ben in frustration
You're nothing but a chicken head
Someone is angry at Ben
(You overgrown granite head)
Someone insulted Ben's head
(Hold it)
Someone wants Ben to stop being angry
Contributed by Lauren S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@210shonuff
And people are so naive to believe
They chose their frame of mind
You're conditioned so you don't revolt
While the plan is in its prime
That's why things like alcohol were designed
I'm not paranoid, you're just blind and that's fine
Alcohol is proven to paralyze the mind
And what do you see advertised on almost every billboard sign?
But wine ain't always the answer, so once upon a time
They flooded the streets with heroine
To stop the rise of the Black Panthers
@theroninrenofficial9058
Lyrics for the real fans
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of brew
There's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number on the label
Eat up all they emcees and drink 'em under the table
Like, "It's on me, put it on my tab, kid"
However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell 'em they stole it, he told her he lost it
She told him, "Get off it", and a bunch of other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me some of what he drooping off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him autograph her derriere, it read
"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd
Love, Villain"
Take pride in code words
Crooked eye, mold, nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy
No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye
And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel
The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
"How there's only one left? The pack comes in six!
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five
And got caught like, "What you doing, G?
Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy
Matter of fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!"
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MCs sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin'
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Teletubbies
Few can do it, even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wear a mask like a 'tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat like the boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
There, it is done
Now that the representative from South Africa has been
Mind programmed
All of the world leaders on Earth are under my control
And when they meet tomorrow in special session
I, DOOM, shall be voted "Master of the World"
My plan is foolproof, but just in case
And what about snow?
Now, you keep your eyes open
When I tell ya, start snappin' (Oh yeah, sure)
Uh, ladies and gentlemen
I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern
That I must warn you, I, I
You must listen
Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over
(What a story, start snappin')
DOOM, gosh, I wish I'd brought my autograph book
(Your attempts at humor bore me) Right, lead-head
You're weird
Why is everyone staring at us?
(Aw, I should have realized, we must look like freaks to them)
Relax masseur, just do your thing
(Get a good grip on my-)
What? Why, I'll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little
(Hey, knock it off, Ben)
What's the matter? (Oh, Ben)
You're nothing but a chicken-head
(You overgrown granite-head) Hold it
@XELLTRAK88
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of brew
There's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number on the label
Eat up all they emcees and drink 'em under the table
Like, "It's on me, put it on my tab, kid"
However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell 'em they stole it, he told her he lost it
She told him, "Get off it", and a bunch of other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me some of what he drooping off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him autograph her derriere, it read
"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd
Love, Villain"
Take pride in code words
Crooked eye, mold, nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy
No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye
And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel
The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
"How there's only one left? The pack comes in six!
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five
And got caught like, "What you doing, G?
Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy
Matter of fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!"
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MCs sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin'
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Teletubbies
Few can do it, even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wear a mask like a 'tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat like the boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
There, it is done
Now that the representative from South Africa has been
Mind programmed
All of the world leaders on Earth are under my control
And when they meet tomorrow in special session
I, DOOM, shall be voted "Master of the World"
My plan is foolproof, but just in case
And what about snow?
Now, you keep your eyes open
When I tell ya, start snappin' (Oh yeah, sure)
Uh, ladies and gentlemen
I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern
That I must warn you, I, I
You must listen
Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over
(What a story, start snappin')
DOOM, gosh, I wish I'd brought my autograph book
(Your attempts at humor bore me) Right, lead-head
You're weird
Why is everyone staring at us?
(Aw, I should have realized, we must look like freaks to them)
Relax masseur, just do your thing
(Get a good grip on my-)
What? Why, I'll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little
(Hey, knock it off, Ben)
What's the matter? (Oh, Ben)
You're nothing but a chicken-head
(You overgrown granite-head) Hold it
@davidyoung3292
There's only one beer left, and pour it out for our fuckin homie. RIP
@inkwell6330
thats right
@joshlamson1955
Drink em under the table, like, it's on me. Put it on my tab, kid.
@guiletexasranger526
Follow it up with some shrooms,
after that roll a spliff
Not too late to congregate his work be the greatest hits
@wrongmax
I’m fucking devastated
@Aperiianuam
'Crooked eye, mold, nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart...'
😢
@silentsam222
Man, RIP MF DOOM, the final devastating curveball of 2020; truly timeless shit.
@samborgensjr6456
And it was on fucking Halloween. Same day as Sean Connery. Sheesh.
@dontdoxme1730
@@samborgensjr6456 The super villain dies on Halloween and keeps it a secret for two months.
He really was on another level.
@tylerreedmusic
@@dontdoxme1730 big fuckin facks