Impending DOOM

Bro this beat is simply retarded yo Sound like it came off the hate Ricky Ricardo show Lucy on the phone she said "You're not home" Woozy eyed, chromed out newly fried dome What they say "When in Rome, do OM" He don't need much to construed a crude poem A few bones for an intelligent plan A couple a grand, and an elephant man hand Bring a skeleton ya might get a whole jam Sell it in ya Mom 'n Pop records ta souls stand Just don't tell 'em when a Rock n' Roll fan He don't eat gelatin, hot or cold ham Ya'll don't know the same Daeledus I know Just to earn trust he try to make me bust a wino He said "Don't worry, he already did his thinkin'" I tapped him with the 'chete said "Why he still blinkin'?" Untie him, do your own dirty" He shot em and told em "You're not worthy" So I says "What happened to ya skull piece? Alotta ya'll rappers be rappin to dull beats" He's Robotron's right hand A pro-con white man with a Cali-like tan I'ma like "Tracks is alright man, but uh I don't know Like where's his other foot at? Forget it yo."