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[Dr. Dooom]
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Yeah
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Number one MC in the world, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom
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Straight out of solitary
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I got the block locked down
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Transfer me to conquer in the Pelican Bay
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You don't wanna step in my cell
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I eat your ass for real
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Even veterans go out with tight pants and lipstick
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Most rappers flex up, they vexed up, they actin hard
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Attendin Catholic school at mom's house, they soft as lard
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They roll in packs, carryin yo-yo's, and balls and jacks
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That kid you peeped it, his boys wearin Victoria's Secret
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Mean mugs get crushed up, your bra's showin, pickin dust up
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You light your trees up, I'm just the man to skin yo' knees up
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Walk behind you, tuck your stomach in, I redesign you
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Urgent emergency, your girl is cryin, they can't find you
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I move with bowling ball bags, you try to ask for Zig-Zags
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You got your panties on with wigs on, y'all playin tag
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Walkin in tough kid, your girdle's showin, watch your doo-rag
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G-strings get touched, watch your skid marks like Starsky and Hutch
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Y'all scope erections, while rappers run to different sections
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I ride in limos pull your thongs in, from here to Wisconsin
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Droppin this A-bomb make, tough MC's, put on Avon
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Eject your wigs in Hunts Point, your pumps in truckers rigs
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Chorus: repeat 4X
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I'm the man of the hour
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Watchin girls takin a shower
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I run rap, tell MC's to watch their back
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[Dr. Dooom]
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Rappers with panty-liners, rent cars, with no recliners
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I get ill, serve the best MC's with Massengil
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While crowds chill, take your haltertops, down to Big Bill
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Right on your mic stand, your flower shorts, you've been hurt
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Male with a dildo, your ass is low, call policemen
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Three million rappers on labels, sportin skirts release men
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I teach men, pull my pants down, piss on each men
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Frustrate the rectums on the night flight, I cruise on East and
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look at your contracts, while Vaseline, smears your buttcrack
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I counteract tracks, while you ate rhymes smokin crack
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Skinny kid two pounds, with phony legs, bustin two rounds
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That man is slinky, jacks off, and rappers host his Twinkie
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Underarm smell, keep the mics warm, y'all shirts is stinky
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Panties look great on you with wedding rings around your pinkie
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Now stop BS then cut your weight down, you'd be like Vester
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Facin your whole crew, with cardinals on like Uncle Fester
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Lo-lo-lo-Lopez, your moms call me Frankie Sanchez
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On deck with penis out, pine tar like Tony Perez
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Big battin average, send your girlfriend out, tossin salad
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I run rap, tell MC's to watch their back
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Chorus
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[Dr. Dooom]
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Rappers get maxi-pads and O.B., their time of the month
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No time for phone calls from tough guys, y'all puff them blunts
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Some serious stretch marks, cock-diesel MC's end up pregnant
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Nine months in time stuck, you rhyme, grabbin inmates jock
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Sportin your white dress, with Timberlands, you try to impress
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Petrol with bulletproof vest, your man is havin incest
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Knock up your celldon, your big group, they roll with Alvin
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Drag queen on Front Street, program, all your SP-12 beats
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Y'all roll up dust, smokin PCP, I come with big heat
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Y'all run y'all knowledge down, send your Rolex down to Big Pete
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Lipstick is smeared on, your Pele shirt, get your fear on
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Hard rappers with stockings and tunafish, smell like Starkist
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I call him Miss, rappers tampons, I bought it for Christmas
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I call you Anna make you sniff balls, back to Atlanta
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Change all your grammar and have you call home, bleedin to Grandma
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I run rap, tell MC's to watch their back
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Chorus
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[Dr. Dooom]
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That's right
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When you see in the mess hall
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All new jacks, even if you're old, give me that respect
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YouknowhatI'msayin? You might get neglected
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That's right, send me all the commisary
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Battlin me ain't necessary
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I Run Rap
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| Dr. Dooom |
