Verse: Depression eats away at every emotion Yet i coast in, ready to roast em The coldest poet, looking like a ghost when You see him from a distance, staring at his competition He doesn’t move like he’s frozen holding a golden mic Everyone knows his flows will bite and he knows he’s tight Born to take his throne he writes Like scripture, divine so divide the line No one is on his level, even the devil hides behind anything he can find in sight Darth Doom, more pain and hatred then a flame in hell you’re faced with Something beyond the might of a dynamite Mixed with nuclear power, so who’s trying to die And that last bar is downplaying the situation, so I’ll ask again fight or flight Cause Darth Doom doesn’t back down to no man Call him the G.O.A.T damn, he literally holds who you call the “goat’s” head Am I lying or right? Regardless y’all wouldn’t dare cross him They say he’s mystical and awesome His will power, refuses loses There are no final bosses, cause the last one he squashed him and tossed him So you better pray his persecution doesn’t end with you on crosses Cause their isn’t gonna be no pluses all subtraction His adaption Is the caption so you better count your loses