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