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[Dr. dooom]Yo, fuck octagon!Don't ask me about that fuckin' shitFuckin' ask me about that fuckin' shit again!I ain't doin' that type of shit (I ain't doin' that shit)You motherfuckers think I'm crazy right? (yeah you crazy)I know, but I am..I have to show niggas, word g, I have to blow niggasTech 9's, carbines, pointin' in your fuckin' facesThirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab emQ his kid left there, with ambulances, by the wheelchairDangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attractionFuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcornPiss in your mailbox, throw shitty pampers every two blocksCut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin' great flameYou fuckin' bastard, don't fuck with me, you gettin' blastedNiggas get fucked up, you black niggas are actin' whiteYour Rolex gone, my project's on your airplane flightsFirst time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck outCut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scarsCome grab the sub machines, Joe step to seminarsNiggas with diamonds, armed crack heads, clock y'all rhyminLetras de cancionesTake your girl's necklace, stare at the cops, lookin' recklessAss on the corner, think you safe workin' at warner brothers?Polygram building heard some shots, they want me to chill thenSecurity ran, Russell Simmons saw me in a black vanI ran the tight intersection, and caught a big erectionSpinnin' on 3rd, lexington, through the fuckin' redI'm in manhattan, naked wigs, on my fuckin' headStreets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, that's my habits[Chorus]Mental case, mental case(Man, he be likin' campbell's soup, apple jacksdouble XL diapers)Mental case, mental case(Chocolate milk, porno filmsFlintstone tablets}Mental case, mental case(Roscoe waffles and make them extra soft oh-kay?)(Roscoe waffles... and make them extra soft dude!) (make sure he gets a girl okay?) [Dr. dooom]Your style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a womanI'm not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breastYou trans vest with small flows, you can't, proper digestYou open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your handI leave you thinkin' in your hotels, with pussy stinkin'Massengil thrills flow through new york, to Hollywood hillsYour male flow, I'm wipin' ass cracks like mop-n-gloMc's get inserts, thrash style selectin' bad wordsMove with your silk suits, I stomp your mics with combat bootsMake up your rap that's feeble, small you think it's majorI pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pagerInternational feedback, I make you twist your knee backI got your crew on camcorders, tryin' to rhyme in teaback'sGarter belts on dj's, sportin' tryin' to spin on feltsI see that rugged kid comin' through, gimme that screwfaceHe's wearin' girdles, your back-up man, sportin' pink lace... hey man you better watch your back up in here manThey rapin little boys![Chorus][Dr. dooom]I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday partyYour group set up, takin' turns, y'all shut the fuck upWalk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol's and scratch your buttsStage shows get messed up, you're hardcore, zippin your dress upMove on your projects, new shit, that's how I do shitWord up g, y'all niggas sound puss, lick my pee-pee veteran nastyDon't even try to fuckin' ask me, fax you my phone numberI beat you down with steel cans and wood lumberOpen your face up, dress you with makeupHave your bitch-made, makin' cool-aid with your ass outIn a glass house, where convicts wear big dicksStrong niggas, got your assholes in the mixYou need protection for that tight infection[Chorus][Dr. dooom]You boys comin' in hard, I'm the wardenYou go out soft From Letras Mania