Dooms chants (rap)

Remake of Will Smith's Party Starter. I wanted to remake is si I did :). Enjoy.

Here we go again, Im about to pounce,
Hit to the club, see the room bounce,
Spit on the weak, say this is dooms chants!
Now let roll man! I feel the need dance!

Here we go again, Im about to pounce,
Hit to the club, see the room bounce,
Spit on the weak, say this is dooms chants!
Now let roll man! Im ready to dance!

You guys think I good now, wait till I grow!
Then yall would see just the truest show!
Cause you guys haven't even seen the best of my flo'!
But if it's boring, then it should get up and go.
When it comes to beats, stop by to see me,
And Ill teach how to be the best Emcee!
Now to some this might just be may be a surprise,
But wait. It's demise.
One, two, three, and to the four,
You asked now you shall receive much more!
The guard got off, and left his patrol!
I guess I'm in power of a lot more control!
The devil came and guess what I stole?
I robbed my job and packed his soul!
Cause that's what I do. Begin and Humiliate,
Like b rabbit and papa doc. Just Simply Decimate!

Here we go again, I'm about to pounce,
Hit to the club, see the room bounce,
Spit on the weak, say this is doom's chants!
Now let roll man! I feel the need dance!

Second verse, just doesn't get no worse!
I know, You guys bumped from second to first!
When you think of me, remember the lyric
Just like the first time when I made you hear it.
I see you noddin that party bit of your head!
To me, it looks like you love what I just said!!
Trust me, none of this is bein at all read!
I stayed up writin, instead of layin in bed!
Bump Bump is where the beat is positioned,
Clap clap is what I got when I auditioned.
But it aint over, something more for addition.
Lucks a four leaf clover, and im the condition.
Here it goes again, it's time to impress,
My family with a rhyme; the way I express.
Yeah I know You hear the snare in all of my music,
But I just wanna say, you like the way I use it?
Line after line, rhyme after rhyme,
Write my own kind, write now just to waste time.
Don't think that at rap I'm just a new.
Cause this is just daily what I do.

Here we go again, I'm about to pounce,
Hit to the club, see the room bounce,
Spit on the weak, say this is doom's chants!
Now let roll man! I feel the need dance!

Verse three, are you surprised at me?
You cant see, that I'm the best there can be?
Whistles in the back, watch as I rap,
Give me your attention. I'm about to snap!
Yeah you heard me man! I know you did!
I started rappin when I just a kid!
You can hear it through my big complex rappin spirit,
Or you got the choice of lethally starting to fear it!
So think about me and then start to party,
Like your blarin music in a big black Ferrari!
Its to easy to write this. It's all elementary.
Its goin down with me when I hit the cemetery.
I can finish a song quickly inside ten minutes.
Every word goes in like Chucky Cheese's spin its.
Nothin gets past. I see it all no lie!
So you go past never. Dont bother to try!
Beats startin up again, know thats the trigger!
Defeats in order! Its what we call a figure!
Think next time before you call me out,
Or it'll be lights out in one simple shout!

Here we go again, Im about to pounce,
Hit to the club, see the room bounce,
Spit on the weak, say this is doom's chants!
Now let roll man! Im about to dance!

Here we go again, I'm about to pounce,
Hit to the club, see the room bounce,
Spit on the weak, say this is doom's chants!
Now let roll man! Im ready to dance!