Doom - Microwave Mayo Lyrics

Microwave Mayo lyricsChain smokin beedies til his brain's broken completelyGet back on his feet, work out and eat some WheatiesGreedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathomHad em in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn gemsCollection of brats, timbs and hatsHad no time for the pitty pat, I'll give em thatThe rhythm hit em back with a right hookShook it off, quarter shiner, thought