(Dr. Dooom)
Yo, f*ck Octagon!
Don't ask me about that f*ckin' sh*t
f*ckin' ask me about that f*ckin' sh*t again
I ain't doin' that type of sh*t (I ain't doin' that sh*t)
You motherf*ckers think I'm crazy right? (Yeah you crazy)
I know, but I am
I have to show n*ggas, word G, I have to blow n*ggas
Tech 9's, Carbines, pointin' in your f*ckin faces
Thirty-eight Magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em
Jewish kid left there, with ambulances, by the wheelchair
Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction
f*ck up your front lawn with M&M's, Jiffy Popcorn
p*ss in your mailbox, throw sh*tty Pampers every two blocks
Cut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin great flame
You f*ckin' bast*rd, don't f*ck with me, you gettin' blasted
n*ggas get f*cked up, you black n*ggas are actin white
Your Rolex gone, my project's on your airplane flights
First time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out
Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars
Come grab the submachines, Joe step to seminars
n*ggas with diamonds, armed crackheads, clock y'all rhymin
Take your girl's necklace, stare at the cops, lookin reckless
Ass on the corner, think you safe workin' at Warner Brothers?
Polygram building heard some shots, they want me to chill then
Security ran, Russell Simmons saw me in a black van
I ran the tight intersection, and caught a big erection
Spinnin on 3rd, Lexington, through the f*ckin' red
I'm in Manhattan naked, wigs on my f*ckin' head
Streets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, that's my habits
Chorus: Dr. Dooom and {unknown guest help}
Mental case, mental case
{Man, he be likin' Campbell's soup, Apple Jacks Double XL diapers}
Mental case, mental case
{Chocolate milk, porno films Flintstone tablets}
Mental case, mental case
{Roscoe waffles and make them extra soft Oh-KAY?} +1
{Roscoe waffles.. and make them extra soft DUDE!} +2
{Make sure he gets a girl ohkay?} +3
(Dr. Dooom)
Your style is b*tch kid, you f*cked up, sound like a woman
I'm not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast
You transvest with small flows, you can't proper digest
You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand
I leave you thinkin' in your hotels, with pus*y stinkin'
Massengil thrills flow through New York, to Hollywood hills
Your male flow, I'm wipin asscracks like Mop-N-Glo
MC's get inserts, thrash style selectin bad words
Move with your silk suits, I stomp your mics with combat boots
Make up your rap that's feeble, small you think it's major
I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager
International feedback, I make you twist your knee back
I got your crew on camcorders, tryin' to rhyme in Teaback's
Garter belts on DJ's, sportin' tryin' to spin on felts
I see that rugged kid comin' through, gimme that screwface
He's wearin' girdles, your back-up man, sportin' pink lace
Hey man you better watch your back up in here man
They're raping little boys
Chorus
(Dr. Dooom)
I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party
Your group set up, takin' turns, y'all shut the f*ck up
Walk, grab your nuts, leave the Kangols and scratch your butts
Stage shows get messed up, you're hardcore, zippin' your dress up
Move on your projects, new sh*t, that's how I do sh*t
Word up G, y'all n*ggas sound pus*y, lick my pee-pee veteran nasty
Don't even try to f*ckin' ask me, fax you my phone number
I beat you down with steel cans and wood lumber
Open your face up, dress you with makeup
Have your b*tch-made, makin' Kool-Aid with your ass out
In a glass house, where convicts wear big di*ks
Strong n*ggas, got your as*h*les in the mix
You need protection for that tight infection
Chorus
(Dr. Dooom)
You boys comin' in hard, I'm the warden
You go out soft