Dr. Dooom
Live
South Bronx, New York(evil laughter)[Chorus: x3]Is it live, live, live, live, live(evil laughter)[Verse one:]I heard your CD is wack wasn't fucking impressedWho's the nigga with the big mouthI live your ass erect and bit off with a lion's mouthYour hypeman sound like a bitch that switchWhy'all niggas need to be around when my dick itchYo TNT these niggas acting wild like they homoBut they trying to see me fuck it I'm a pull up in a Ford van Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntanWalk in your studio sessionDamage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch Smith and WessonDr. Doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a fuckingBombI'm a move the tattoos off all these MCsLet me make a sandwich first with government cheeseUncle Black got a new sawed-offWhen them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass offNiggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dustI'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour busLetras de cancionesIn a yellow Caprice ClassicI got a wig on them city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of usJay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding familyWe roll and amp GThe fuck why'all talking aboutI'm moving a different routeGrab the carbines from under the couchSee you on the Ferris wheel at Coney IslandI'm not gon' be smilingMagnum waiting for your assWhy'all gon' see my face, fuck a mask(evil laughter)[Chorus: x4][Verse two:]Smearing your mailbox With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from the deliBlack shoe polish on your glass table I'm ready and ableGoing on the roofWhen the pay-per-view fight come on click off the cableHarass you to moveLeaving poisoned rat cole slaw around your toilet stool While you scream fuck youI'm a cross the street eating Popeye's Cajun riceIn a station wagon with hot beansTaking a coffee break back in the houseGiving your ChihuahuasEx-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker StateLeaving the front roomDropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boomWatching the Mets putting shit on your TV setsIn the showerYou won't be able to watch a program with remote controlsFor seventy hours check out your sore ribsThe screen is grittyEverybody's starting to look green on Rap CityTake your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucksTo a retarded kid in a wheel-chairComing up the streetWalking up the main avenueI'm passing you With a leather coat that looks similar to yoursFuck youYou looking at meI'm a start walking behind youAct like I'm pantomiming youTalking to police menChewing a armAnd joined by a black and white squad carWith binoculars watching you very far(What's up motherfuckers)(evil laughter)[Chorus: x4]Is it live, live, live, live, live
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