1.Who Killed Dr. Octagon？(Intro)
2.No Chorus
Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin
album
Dr. dooom..
Name of this track is called 'i don't want the motherfuckin
chorus'
Whatever all the arrangements are we gon' go through
Fuck all the laws..
What the fuck was in your mind when you rapped on that track？
Who posessed you to do that？ who programmed - that shit sound
wack
Unplug your mic
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by the company, makin somethin cheap
Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo;
Makin asses out of yourselves, tryin to rap solo
Suck my dick when you see me; avoid because you wanna be me
Y'all niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couches
What's up you fuckin amateur？
Your engineer'll cue in your bullshit cadence
That shit sounds simple; look at this nigga rhymin to hisself
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck
Big crews don't want it -- y'all get it worse
Which one of y'all motherfuckers is waitin for the mic first？
I hope your bitch is in the audience
Your wife too, that's your fanbase -- plus your dj's in the
place
I'm about to boo you, let it be fair; when you come off-stage
Ninety percent of the people that came on your guest list
Ain't gon' be there
A big dissapointment when i rub your asshole with a verbal
ointment
Rappers actin hard, nervous in the dressin room
With a security guard
Groupies standin round with they fuckin face frowned
Lookin like fuckin homey the clown
Put that spring water down man, you ain't sweatin
You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin;
Your fans are mad - your performance was garbage bag
Look at these videotapes
Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts like the planet of the
apes
Supervise it, criticize it, y'all don't realize it
Where the real guys at
Who's administrating your budget when you takin
That high picture for right on with your ballroom light on
You know the night is kind of special like lauryn bro
When i escort you to your car, you breakout bastards
Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie season
After you first started
You try to work hard and you never paid no dues
Like cold crush and afrika bambaata
You wack nigga, tryin to act large in the video in nevada
You fuckin pink maggot; i'll take your mic, you can't have it
You niggaz be runnin around with ears open like fuckin bunny
rabbits
That's right, dr. dooom
All you motherfuckers around the world sittin in studios with
your boys
Hypin your shit up
Motherfuckers don't wanna tell you that your shit is wack
Because they all yes men
Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases
Bein your fuckin cheerleaders
I'ma tell you straight, look in the fuckin mirror, you wack
That shit don't sound right, your mixdown ain't right
Your vocals are too low.. your fuckin cadence is off
Stage show's weak.. fuck you!
3.Apartment 223
Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home
The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell
There is nobody home
Apartment 223,(scratch：i'm very hungry) (3x)
Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed
Cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat
I chant while candles burn with robes on
You will learn
Christian no hebrew on the the balcony i see you
The devils coffin with corpse of course
In a mental state earthquake
Schitzophrenic eatin' campbells soup
Takin a piss urinalysis test
I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof vest
Just purchased the charter arms .38
Then you entered the confetti hell gate
On the pee(？) floor bloody towels on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces
Mass murder, should have been in san quentin
I'm doin'life to ten, when i come home you goddamn
Right i'm goin back again
Fuck the drinks on the table
While you sleep i take pictures of bullets in your navel
Open your face and pour milk in your forehead
Count the bodies, that's four dead
Look behind your fuckin' back
With the drill bit in your ass crack, extreme pressure
Teach you a lesson
Fuck your confession of evil i march with black sheep on the
sunset streets
With hoods like dracula
I walk in back of ya
Draggin you stomach parts to mcdonalds
Drink absolut bottles and bottles, while you tryin'
To fuck with the most exotic models
As you see the sign, beware of animals
A fuckin wild habitat
My living room is the wilderness with spots on
My carpet
Practicing my gun targets
Virtual reality is a rough end to yor career
Set you on fire in a leather chair
Using charcoal to broil
Rap you jealous eyeballs in aluminum foil
Wearin' masses(masks) on the telephone talkin to
Your black asses, with stocking caps i reach
I'm takin'your ass in a rented van to venice beach
In a cardboard box
Beatin' down your knees with a bag of master locks
Police can't hear you with a dead body tied near you
It's hot, i 'm drinkin' soda with a tech-9 sprayin'
Your fan belt motor
Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the hood
I pull quick
Video tape you in a puddle of blood with razors in
Your dick
With an extra clip i move your torso
Spit on you hips
With mac-11 vice grips, surgery is major
With my sneakers stompin' on your pager
With my cup of maxwell coffee, i like niggas whose
Bossy
Fuck the critics i press your back
Steam burn through your straight leg jeans
Soakin your bones out in the washing machine, with
Tide soap in the laundromat you witness the killing
Your man got scared called riverdale with a baseball
Hat, took a cab to hawthorne
I know where he's goin'
You can't hide in an empty apartment with a matress
And no protection, with a new york psycho
Bombshells in the hollywood section
I'm pressin bells and bells and bells till you fuckin
Let me in
Follow you on tour like a haunted nightmare
Kickin' in your intestines like rick flair
Standin' by the mobil gas station with a flamethrower
And a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash your face in the elestric window, piss on
Your fenders
With my ubbrella up like the avengers
Plead guily in court bring glocks through security
X-reays going for the worlds record
Shut the fuck up about music, i'm playin' checkers
With blood polo shirts
Lookin' at the fireworks
On the dirty ass terrace
Bones in 'fridgerators spring water and lettuce
Fuck it if your jealous
Gather crackers with flowers around 'em
Keep you eyes around 'em
Buck dishes, dial your ambulance i'm on a mission
Open up your shin guards in tinfoil
Warmin' my bread and saurkraut while your legs boil
Ketchup and mustard, fuck voodoo
Paint on my face lookin off my roof like shaka zulu
Surroundin you area for the biggest mass hysteria
Muhammed don't (he mad？)
While you motherfuckers eat pork i tast real humans
On my fork
You do not see anything on the table？ (chairs
Squeak against floor) well wait until i get the box....
4.Mr. Ratt(Skit)
5.Neighbors Next Door
Yo jacky, this keith.
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug
There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin through it out tonight
I'ma run up to tower records to get a pizza
Aight
Ima come back
Yeah
Chewin alligator meat live cowsteak
Sittin on old newspapers by thekitchen sink
You think im off limits driving a 74 dodge plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatinblueberry pop tarts
With the eighth body in my trunk my elbow bleeds with lumps
Walkin from the sanitation dump with rotten skulls
On my waterbed with miller beer kegs
Blood in my cabinet, ears in my closet
Watchin the raptors play the houston rockets
With your arms in the freezer i grab a icicle
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ？there is？ three irish
chicks
Lookin at me like im sick
Walkin by chin-chins i stole the keys from ya friends
Lookin out ya ？madrion？ hotel window like elvis presley
Coming down the elevator
Good evening mister excuse me pardon me with body parts
And credit cards walkin down sunset boulevard past the red light
I threw a rat with mayonnaise at ya head lights
Four blonde girls screamed and put on their hi-beams
I fake like i'm ？vomiting smoking sick？ threw acid on their
stomachs
And drove of with a wig down la brea listen to a tape by slayer
Parked in a parking lot behind burger king
Eatin a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers i blast a cd by the staple singers
The cops told me to turn it down,
They like my shoes from buster brown
I went up the block an bought some incense
For the wrong smells in the air conditioner vents
Hey kid need twenty cents havin a cook-out with my neighbor
How ya like the meat flavor mmmm
Chorus：
Ya shell shocked, cuts a rock mad ？blood？ vulcan like spock
Pull ya ribs out suck ya own cock
Block twenty-five knots laid up outta luck
Cut ya ass open stuff ya like a duck what
？attraction？ recarnation in a slump twenty-five cents
And a german dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa from the jump junk
In veins impedes the brain hijackin planes
Pull a kotex out of louis lane
Explain the sky rain
Cadillacs and dead bitches consort with witches
Twenty-five sistas pussies with blisters we burn'em in rivers
Saviors of pimps and concubines
Have you ever asked yourself will you fuck marilyn manson
Or become charlie manson deathwish
Or become charles bronson
Take your testicles and your dick for ransom
In a tea jar right next to the cookie jar
With nose and tits smoking a cigar
Beverly hills superstar jacky jasper
Keith a.k.a. dr. dooom
Twenty-five dead chicks with an ice pick
Machine guns galactica brooms pay for room two
Into sci-fi we stay fly
Seven heads an ten horns
Side died ripped open eyeball for a subway token
Asshole broken manics in a cave spandex columbo smokin
Panties in liquid pinesol soakin
Selling glass to dr. bones, dr. dooom ？ass lie on cellphone？
Sportin scuba fins in a limo
Eatin fingers on a hunt
Attached with a pick ass out dick out
Nigga what you want？
I want a kotex with whip cream
Chorus：
sugar
6.I Run Rap
Yeah
Number one mc in the world, a.k.a. dr. dooom
Straight out of solitary
I got the block locked down
Transfer me to conquer in the pelican bay
You don't wanna step in my cell
I eat your ass for real
Even veterans go out with tight pants and lipstick
Most rappers flex up, they vexed up, they actin hard
Attendin catholic school at mom's house, they soft as lard
They roll in packs, carryin yo-yo's, and balls and jacks
That kid you peeped it, his boys wearin victoria's secret
Mean mugs get crushed up, your bra's showin, pickin dust up
You light your trees up, i'm just the man to skin yo' knees up
Walk behind you, tuck your stomach in, i redesign you
Urgent emergency, your girl is cryin, they can't find you
I move with bowling ball bags, you try to ask for zig-zags
You got your panties on with wigs on, y'all playin tag
Walkin in tough kid, your girdle's showin, watch your doo-rag
G-strings get touched, watch your skid marks like starsky and
hutch
Y'all scope erections, while rappers run to different sections
I ride in limos pull your thongs in, from here to wisconsin
Droppin this a-bomb make, tough mc's, put on avon
Eject your wigs in hunts point, your pumps in truckers rigs
Chorus： repeat 4x
I'm the man of the hour
Watchin girls takin a shower
I run rap, tell mc's to watch their back
Rappers with panty-liners, rent cars, with no recliners
I get ill, serve the best mc's with massengil
While crowds chill, take your haltertops, down to big bill
Right on your mic stand, your flower shorts, you've been hurt
Male with a dildo, your ass is low, call policemen
Three million rappers on labels, sportin skirts release men
I teach men, pull my pants down, piss on each men
Frustrate the rectums on the night flight, i cruise on east and
Look at your contracts, while vaseline, smears your buttcrack
I counteract tracks, while you ate rhymes smokin crack
Skinny kid two pounds, with phony legs, bustin two rounds
That man is slinky, jacks off, and rappers host his twinkie
Underarm smell, keep the mics warm, y'all shirts is stinky
Panties look great on you with wedding rings around your pinkie
Now stop bs then cut your weight down, you'd be like vester
Facin your whole crew, with cardinals on like uncle fester
Lo-lo-lo-lopez, your moms call me frankie sanchez
On deck with penis out, pine tar like tony perez
Big battin average, send your girlfriend out, tossin salad
I run rap, tell mc's to watch their back
Chorus
Rappers get maxi-pads and o.b., their time of the month
No time for phone calls from tough guys, y'all puff them blunts
Some serious stretch marks, cock-diesel mc's end up pregnant
Nine months in time stuck, you rhyme, grabbin inmates jock
Sportin your white dress, with timberlands, you try to impress
Petrol with bulletproof vest, your man is havin incest
Knock up your celldon, your big group, they roll with alvin
Drag queen on front street, program, all your sp-12 beats
Y'all roll up dust, smokin pcp, i come with big heat
Y'all run y'all knowledge down, send your rolex down to big pete
Lipstick is smeared on, your pele shirt, get your fear on
Hard rappers with stockings and tunafish, smell like starkist
I call him miss, rappers tampons, i bought it for christmas
I call you anna make you sniff balls, back to atlanta
Change all your grammar and have you call home, bleedin to
grandma
I run rap, tell mc's to watch their back
Chorus
That's right
When you see in the mess hall
All new jacks, even if you're old, give me that respect
Youknowhati'msayin？ you might get neglected
That's right, send me all the commisary
Battlin me ain't necessary
7.You Live At Home With Your Mom
Yeah.. new york city!
Dr. dooom pebblestone
I took the batmobile out last night
Went to tony rhome's.. and i seen..
Exaggeration
{you were perpetratin, you was fake}
Chorus： repeat 4x
Spottin fools frontin fly, girls act material
{you live at home with your mom!}
I spot mc's on bet with the fake zirconia bezel rolex
Lookin like virgin with the see-through back bought from
The indian kid off the rack -- sterling silver delivery
Y'all tryin to fool me actin bougie with the platinum wannabe
It look real, stainless steel appeal, that's not the
presidential
Let's keep it confidential; you ordered that fuckin kit
In the ad in the source boss -- step up your rep up
In genuine fashion i caught your ass in;
With your name on the rented car lease
Feathered top hat, zoot suits with vinyl alligator boots
Extreme dream with no apartment space
You frontin in the fly ride and empty place
With your rent due on the first of the month
Your second month you exit, portrayin to girls
Like you everything in the world
Fuck master, prepare to face disaster as i pass ya
Movin galactica with no capacity
You ain't got enough to buy a small soda in johnny rocket's, b
Posin with baldhead black girls with a florida tan
Tryin to act like you the man
Starstruck with one buck, your girl look like donald duck
Party-figure perpetrator, undercover hater
Smell your cheap cologne in the elevator
Dope you smoke, half of y'all can't never touch the mink coat
With your four carat white gold you look like you're pantomiming
Tryin to rhyme off of unflexible facial bone structure
I crush ya, down to the paso
Like spicy foods burnin through your asshole
Remember i did the damage to your lasso
Then threw your pampers in a manhole; your engineer walked away
With ponytails like annie mae, laughin and talkin the other way
You was the first rapper to pull out grease
And turn your butt the other way
Your girl think you're tough, big buff and rough
{90 percent of these rappers are very soft}
Chorus
I look at your audience and fanbase
Nuttin but a bunch of men tappin each other on the back again
Fools with backpacks tryin to show me they asscrack
Cigarette lighters blowin smoke on my polo shirt
And you're bound to get hurt
With one leg, tryin to walk to work on the mic you rap hard
And overexert, material girls catch diarrhea
Won't make it to my concert
It don't have to be 4th of july for your rectum to see fireworks
While you buy clothes at ross sew in the weaves tryin to floss
Walkin in large resteraunts, orderin a small bowl of chicken
broth
Water and napkins, you ain't tryin to be a captain
Put down this wack actin skills from movies
Send you to niko lobbies like a groupie
Stagefright out of sight cover your ass up
Prepare i pull my mask up
{watch your custom jewelry kid!}
Chorus
{that's right kid, clean up your room}
{go clean up your room}
{clean your room otherwise you'll be on punishment}
{for two weeks}
8.Housing Authority
9.Wild Kingdom(Skit)
10.Welfare Love
Hey baby
This the one dr. dooom
Still love you cause you ain't plastic
Makin them peanut butter sandwiches
Babies cryin, runnin around with dirty diapers
The way you used to make the kool-aid
With the weave all in your hair
Even some droppin down in my soup
I could excuse that..
It's welfare love, section eight! (4x)
Girl we been through a lot
Every season i used to bug you out on the couch
For different reasons, you thought i was crazy
Catchin a greyhound bus down south
Collectin lightning bugs and bring a dead mouse in the house
Holdin a fortune with a jar of termites
I used to blast the delphonics in a glowing room with black
lights
Colt 45 had me sportin a wig like billy dee
I was a melle mel fan, always bumpin run-d.m.c.
We stuck together when one of my parakeets died
You broke down and cried, for the love of animals
I used to always cut the legs off a roach
See if he'll stay there on a piece of tissue
And give him a piece of toast
That morning, he would wake up and be gone
What, the insect had a ambulance？
As a little boy eatin ice cream in the cold project apartment
I used to see rats dance, my aunt used to lay down the poison
And say, 'y'all makin too much noise and..'
(too much noise and.. oh, too much!)
It's welfare love, section eight! (4x)
Grabbing crackers out the 'fridgerator
I was a terrible masturbator
I was looking at black tail and penthouse
Since i was in a incubator
With similak aimin my bottle at a fine nurse's ass-crack
It was a pleasure to collect ants
Havin em in my billy the kid pants
Allergic to chocolate, chewin oreo's and i couldn't stop it
I remember the days when king vitamin was in the supermarket
Kool-aid was syrupy, my mom used to make it real slurpy
Don't believe in santa claus
They had a dope peacoat filled with mothballs
Lint everywhere, with utz chips livin deboinairre
Fly girls with onion rings on the staircase
I had pro keds with lee suits
Always used to stare in your face
Take you on the roof, check out my pigeon coop
Dressed up like dracula
Eatin a slice of pizza on your stoop
Neighbors knew i was a nerdy
On the bronx streets i was 7：30
Girls you was infatuated with my quarter fill
(hey baby, check this out)
It's welfare love, section eight! (4x)
Yeah.. it's welfare love
You look so beautiful baby.. welfare love
With your long hair.. welfare love
The way you got it done..
Sewed in.. welfare love
Babies walkin around cryin.. section eight, section eight
Food all over the floor..
The kitchen sink, messed up.. wel-fare love!
It's that old ghetto smell
In the house..
People comin over to bottow sugar
That's the way i like it
Cereal all over the floor
11.Dr. Dooom's In The Room
Yeah, for the motherfuckin 2000
In this mother
Straight from houston, tex
The motherfuckin dr. dooom
I'm shuttin rappers down like guiliani shut down strip clubs
Turnin your fake gangster hardcore stories
Into some mickey mouse, teletubbies shit
Y'all niggaz need to quit, stop pullin your silicone tits
And this city is my town
Don't even fuckin tryin to say a fly rhyme
I'm holdin posessions you don't own
And your cellular phone don't even fuckin roam
Y'all got the nerve to be standin in the hot rap zone
Against somethin you can't afford
Rappers be soundin bored at the show
I need to start pullin your bitch-ass fuckin extension cord
Suckers be fakers, atm pullin frauds
I'm sendin two men, out to boo men
Quick to get to y'all niggaz like western union
I'm comin like the fax machine
I pour it on your whole team
Y'all niggaz ain't got time to scheme
I'm out to shatter your fuckin rap dreams
Top to bottom, any angle, whatever your bullshit mind think
Your words gon' tangle
Sound like shit on a tascan mix
A bunch of y'all tracks need to be fixed
Professionally, you sound like the dog toto
When i see flex, i'ma ask him
Why he playin a lot of records from a bunch of homos
With feminine vocals
I catch niggaz when clubs are packed, rubbin elbows
Tryin to whisper shit in ugly bitches earlobes
Dr. dooom callin wack niggaz houses from the radisson hotel room
Penthouse suites, bitch niggaz get 911 beeps
I'm always hearin more softest mc's talk shit about the streets
Fuck your seedy impression of pain
Ninety-nine percent of your shit was normal,
One percent sound strange
A＆r's be suckin a lot of dick
And spreadin they ass cheeks to get the hits
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up ..
You couldn't rap with me if we was twins stuck together
You be the deformed one, catchin the warm one
I pay a crackhead five dollars
To fuck up your million dollar marketing plan
With a brand new sub-machine gun
And a hot dog, on a yankee stadium bun
First class rates, hire wall street messengers
To move your antique rap styles in milk crates
Special delivery for all you motherfuckers
Sportin hard boots with ashey faces tryin to get with me
Y'all suckers is amateurs, gettin fucked up the assholes
By the top worst managers
On the publishin deal, wipe my condoms off your ampex reels
No games to be played, you lookin fuckin jiggy
Mc's with collared shirts and shoes tryin to duplicate biggie
No matter where, you only got one pair
Alligators don't match with them fuckin flares
Who's doin your dress code, some old stank bitch
With mascara touchin up your face on the road
You feelin healthier, your rap audience
Is only new york to philadelphia
Baltimore never even heard your fuckin metaphor
Shut the fuck up, put your buck up, look at the dicks you suck
up
Maximum ass thoughts, you fuckin get crushed
Like the five o'clock train rush, sweaty as a motherfucker
The best rapper can lick my ass
I make your girl pick me up lick my sperm in your e-class
Leave my diapers moist in the back seat of your rolls royce
Stop your whole organization on park avenue and start laughin at
you
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
You ain't the top rap in the country
New jacks, you shoulda knew that
From experience, you couldn't write from the beginnin
Bookin studio time, with some scramblin concert shit on your
mind
Who's crowd, the blues feel my news
Accurately in new york city
There's a thousand motherfuckers tryin to rap and look pretty
Save it for david
Take that motherfuckin rented ride back to avis
When it come to rap i'm the big motherfucker on the paylist
Ridin the amtrak, lookin at billboard
You need to be hung on a steel cord
Sittin next to a doberman, shit in harlem
Any poodles on the mic, we gon' stop em
I'm in the dressin room with the average bitch
Lookin like halle berry, rubbin my nuts
My fingers all up in her guts
Watchin monday night football with my dick all up in her butt
Mc's stand away when i pull out my mitt put your hand away
Most of these fake hard rappers never seen the projects
Live in fuckin pesquateway
Scared, palm that away
Why don't you bastards move back in the metro area
The marriott is the spot
Where the prostitutes lick your rolex watch
Left you naked out with your stomach out
Hangin out with cocaine on the dresser
With a puerto rican girl with hiv from parkchester
You sniffin that shit again
Souped up from the neck up from the buttcrack up
You need a fuckin checkup
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. dooom is in the room!
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
12.Call The Cops
13.Brothers Feel Fly
Yo, i bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, i don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest？
I'm dead up, i'm serious
Serious？
I don't feel it man, the drums are too weak
I don't feel the snares
Coulda used a different type of sample
You're wack man, yeah..
Yo, that kid is wack, his father's wack
His group is wack, that's word word black
I'm detrimental, i hop up on this instrumental
Smack your face with mitts, a pile of grease filled with grits
Burn you like teddy pendergrass, tap you on that ass
I'm big jim, shut your mouth, call me jimmy steel
Don't freestyle, chemical bank, y'all keep it real
On lollapalooza, their butts packed with german lugers
On tour dates, stashin mad work in milk crates
Rock groups get smacked, speakers dropped, on they back
Some damage i'm raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps
Let's get scuffed up, your castle more than roughed up
Pockets with royalties, you gets, no loyalties
That's word bill, sell your house's mortgage off the hill
I'm for real necks, payin crackers for my ampex
Yeah!
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
You got commercial records, no monies in your wack pockets
You get jerked, my master-charge-card's doin work
Eight thousand grills, all these franklin heads, big head bills
You go 'head wrap balogna sandwich in yo' backpack
School kids up no joke on record labels, y'all still broke
Don't flex at me, who's this kid, standin next to me
I got versatile sawed-off shotgun wic checks with me
Suckers i'm android, no time to feel paranoid
Blow out your face, pull your skull back, now give me space
My wig is ready, disguised, ridin on the subway
Baldhead on 42nd street, down on broadway
With tony lou, out of prison, my crew from rahway
That's word lou, i'm in new york, i'm here to see you
Cut back your weak tracks, and vomit on your vinyl wax
I'm here, like gladiator, air-conditioned central
You smokin embalmin fluid, elephants are mental
I got dreams to wear your parts off your cash machine
That's in the window me with bags, in the wells fargo
Changin your incite, i'm high class, with appetite
You no comp, for roast pigs, i delete
Your style is neckbone, my cab rides by your street
Yeah!
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
I twist the bums out the project, elevator lights is out
Y'all wanna step to phi b, big like the ？ family
Holdin your ear, like you handicapped, you can't hear
Touch up your young style delivery, don't appeal
Follow through, instructions easy for your rap crew
That's word, that kid you rapped, sound like booboo
Stinky feet, with razor bumps, tryin to rap on beat
I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound
Heather b, step to me, with your thin sound
Twist your knobs, your engineer, mixed like baskin-rob's
You on the charts, with just enough to pop tarts
Publishin checks you signed off, you gets no respect
You gets to lease the benz, cryin loud with your wic check
No sale retail, deposit all direct sales
Yeah! check it
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
Yeah!
Yeah.. styles.. retarded..
Brothers feelin fly..
14.Sideline
Yeah what's up what's up money
It's kool keith
You ever go to some girl's house
And they act like they livin lavish
Two-thousand extreme with space chandeliers (space chandeliers)
I mean rugs
I mean just everything all over the carpet (yeah)
With updated nineteen seventy-five music playing
I pulling all your programs (all programs)
That's right all you materialistic robots (robots)
Prepare
Verse one：
Yo i seen ya girl last night
Flat butt is wack, skinny hips
Bald head weave with the ashy lips
Wig in the back seat
With pay-less shoes on her feet
Dirty jeans
With mildew spots in the washing machine
Roommates with no place, babies crying, pissy pampers
Roaches and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper
Three big head boys, but one's got to go to school
Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool
Empty refrigerator
Family chew up now an laters
No tv, just me there and the mc
No gas, electric work
The house smell make my head hurt
Spots on the carpet,
Station wagon at the supermarket
With stamps on deck
With beads around this girl's neck
I crack a forty ounce
Watch the ants, mouses bounces
Yeah yeah
Chorus：(x4)
I bring the ruckus straight from the sideline
The year two-thousand
Verse two：
Daisy dukes with stretch marks
Her hair back in a bun
Cookin pork and beans
Some stale franks in the sun
Kids ain't listenin
Little danny's got a hard head
Bugs are crawlin
Cables all smell like pee in the bed
Old clothes ain't clean
The bathroom scent is all toes
Athlete's feet
No door mats with water off the street
Spraying the fungus
The living room is humongus
School lunch on the floor
Baby vomit atomic, raviolis
With an old bowl of guacamole, cap'n crunch
No milk, chase it with some fruit punch
Dishwashing liquid
Cups of grease
I ain't tryin to get whipped
Straightening combs, i think
Hair is all over the sink
Tampons in the garbage can
The house is hot
Rent no fan
Air condition is doomed
With blunt smoke is in the room
Fix all your nose snot rags
Pouring cheerios
No toilet tissue
Baby wipe, your mom left a missile
Acting fly i scoped a monkey
With my human eye
Dead up i'm serious
The meatloaf ain't got me curious
Dry turkey wings on the couch
The cat ate everything
You think you livin
Tryin to dress up like robin givens
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Chorus：(x4)
Verse three：
No bills are paid
Just cabinets packed full with kool-aid
Wonder bread i throw back
Just missed over ya head
Sardines with old shrimp
Tuna fish is ludicrous
Idaho potatoes
A bag full of spoilt tomatoes
Neighbors borrow, send the kids over need sugar
Little tonika's at the door her face full of boogers
Colt forty-five on the table
A six pack of miller
Fake barbecues
Honeys walk around like gorillas
Stretch marks in action
Stomach bumps look like mumps
Popeye's chicken on the stove
With the puppy lickin
Everybody watching black and white tube tonight
No color intentions
Plastic bag hair extensions
I grab a record from rick
Play the fifth dimensions
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Chorus： (x4)
15.Bitch Gets No Love
Yo j, you bought this bitch's food
Yo, these bitches ain't payin for shit
They up here eatin, and gettin ready to plan
To go to somebody else's house after this
They usin us man, fuck this!
{cut n scratch： 'look hear bitch!'}
Bitch you got a fat stomach
Your braids look tacky, and you're fuckin broke
Like rakim said, _i ain't no joke_
You're posin as a high-class stinky-ass hoodrat
Fuck behind any man's back, bum bitch at the shark bar
Lookin like an aardvark with a fucked up parked car
Got the nerve to have a diamond, i'm embarassed you keep rhymin
Fuck you simple simon -- materialistic and twisted
Fake mink, buy your own fuckin drink
Big shots sport you but you got a fuckin weave and i can even
Grab a white girl and a black woman body in my world
Beverly hills flashy shit, you on some classy girl shit
Drivin a drug dealer's bmw, your license ain't even fuckin legit
Just stop and quit it, you need to admit it
You're broke and strippin
Livin in the motel 8, you're fuckin jailbait
Tattoos with names on your arms
Bighead babies with diapers, frontin fucks
Gettin in a basketball player's mercedes
Fucked up faces tryin to hang in romantic places
Get the fuck out of here
Your friends too they gon' need some ends too
Look for somethin what？ with funky-ass g strings all up in your
butt
Way to feed this elephant, this bitch is always hungry
Ghetto superstar tryin to be intelligent
{cut n scratch： 'look hear bitch!'}
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
{cut n scratch： 'look hear bitch!'}
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
{cut n scratch： 'look hear bitch!'}
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
{cut n scratch： 'look hear bitch!'}
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
{cut n scratch： 'and i said look hear bitch!'}
Peep game at the frame stand, you ugly bitches front on my man
Not my type, the assholes that always wear them black pants
Thinkin they hype -- con women, parasites
Lick a nigga ass in valet parkin, just to get a puff daddy
ticket
Them corny bitches livin wicked
Guest-list bitch, wearin tommy girl cologne over piss
Wantin motherfuckers to call her miss
In the club, you try to look like deborah cox with a fucked up
house
I bet you got roaches and mouse
Look at sperm around your fuckin mouth
You can't even cook a meal right like a good woman down south
Runnin your mouth with a million dollar pussy stinkin
There's massengil on the table while you rollin a blunt
Watchin en vogue on the cable - gettin your hair sewed in
Cause your facial expression, lookin like a fuckin rodent
Loosen up bitch! stiff like the tin man
Don't even lingerie; always talkin about your dead man
Used to be a gangster -- i don't wanna hear that shit i'm eatin
I got some fine puerto rican girls i'm meeting
Y'all stay with these wack-ass has-beens
I'm leavin with the quickness
Y'all plastic monkeys at the greek picnics
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
{cut n scratch： 'look hear bitch!'}
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
{cut n scratch： 'look hear bitch!'}
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
{cut n scratch： 'look hear bitch!'}
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
{cut n scratch： 'i said look hear bitch!'}
Bitch gets no love
16.Shopping List(Skit)
the doctor dooom shopping list：
Five cans of dcon roach spray,
Two colors of shoe dye,
White gloves,
Four cans of calcan cat food,
One chocolate yoohoo,
A can of ajax,
Clorox for the bone smells in the living room,
Cat litter and a bag of onion rings for the dog,
And two boxes of apple jacks and flintstone vitamins
17.Body Bag
Yeah.. dr. dooom
Beware when i walk in your room
That's right
A.k.a. kool keith
I'm washin pots and pans, fried gorillas with tortilla chips
And clam dips, my pants ripped, playin gladys knight on fright
night
With buffalo meat in your ass vomit
Gastric juice with french toast, balls from a moose
Heavy convulsion construction in your stomach tucked in
Leave you with maalox and castor oil of toxic waste
Your area's vacant with wherehouse aroma
Cat turds and horse drops your face went into a coma
Exterminating houses, with fifty mouses, diapers and kids
Drivin trucks for the roach business
Twelve to nine i move body bags to cedar sinai
Eatin co-workers food i'm rude
Walk in the beverage center with a jockstrap dude
Approach security with a delivery
Never stating a major, cut cables in elevators
Make the rush hour stop draggin dead elephants in department
stores
While people shop, with a briefcase from spelmen
I have to tell men, get off my back
I'm workin overtime like a janitor with stamina
Buried the last bodies in canada
In toronto, i used to jerk off in a ten room condo
With serious surgery dr. dooom workin in the office building
Drivin some bronco like o.j. simpson
Nervous smokin a pack of winston's
With twenty-seven dead people in pontiac, michigan
Twenty-eight in denver, twenty-eight i can't remember
Walkin through a town called gatesville
You suckers out there know how norman bates feel
'take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!'
'hey what's that smell down there？'
'take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!'
'hey what's that smell down there？'
'take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!'
'hey what's that smell down there？'
'take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!'
'hey what's that smell down there？'
'take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!'
From a little town, that's right a tore down house
With some real estate in peatskill
I ran a meat market behind johnny rocket's
Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the east to the west
With the devil branded on your chest
I had to step up and the judge wrote confess
Watch the whole arkansas kansas city testify
Against my lies and my alibis, i was suprised
My lawyers dressed in black
And a rolls royce buried in the back
Arms missing, knees cut down to the knubs
All i had was people to grub
Stories to tell to the enquirer
How i set a bunch of people in the nightclub on fire
My intention was to get even like spielberg
Throw like stephen king, children of the corn on a swing
I stuck needles in your face like pinhead
You been dead for eighty hours in a college dorm
With a thunderstorm, lightning with big bolts
I used to hang with jim jones before he started the cults
The ssa, the sacrifice and serve-it angle
I'm the next strangler
'take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!'
'hey what's that smell down there？'
'take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!'
'hey what's that smell down there？'
'take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!'
'hey what's that smell down there？'
'take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!'
'hey what's that smell down there？'
'take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!'
18.Mental Case
Yo, fuck octagon!
Don't ask me about that fuckin shit
Fuckin 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 niggaz, word g, i have to blow niggaz
Tech 9's, carbines, pointin in your fuckin faces
Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em
Q his kid left there, with ambulances, by the wheelchair
Dangerous action, i'm the movie, i'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m＆m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your mailbox, throw shitty pampers every two blocks
Cut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin great flame
You fuckin bastard, don't fuck with me, you gettin blasted
Niggaz get fucked up, you black niggaz 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
Niggaz 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 fuckin red
I'm in manhattan, naked wigs, on my fuckin 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
Your style is bitch kid, you fucked 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 pussy 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 rapin little boys!
Chorus
I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party
Your group set up, takin turns, y'all shut the fuck up
Walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol's and scratch your butts
Stage shows get messed up, you're hardcore, zippin your dress up
Move on your projects, new shit, that's how i do shit
Word up g, y'all niggaz sound puss, lick my pee-pee veteran
nasty
Don't even try to fuckin 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 bitch-made, makin kool-aid with your ass out
In a glass house, where convicts wear big dicks
Strong niggaz, got your assholes in the mix
You need protection for that tight infection
Chorus
You boys comin in hard, i'm the warden
You go out soft
19.Leave Me Alone
Yeah
To all my fans
The people, who don't know..
What i been goin through
To make my, own..
Now it's time to hurt your feelings as i upsets music industry
fan
Hey yo my man, look at my hand, they look human right？
You think i'm a monster, ill circus clown
Not a specimen, don't look at me funny when i come around
A＆r been tryin to figure me out for years
Tryin to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me
While white boys run the head of black music with a japanese
assistant
What does a chinese kid know about the rap game？ that's a shame
As i see and watch on bet
There's a million uncreative rappers tryin to be me
I'm startin to feel like jimi hendrix
When they covered the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They don't wanna see me on channel 7 news, tellin the truth
Off the project roof, they always have secret spies with eyes
Watchin me recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And dat's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with con-funk-shun？
With an alternative hippie kid from the record label watchin
your back
Talkin about, 'mariah carey's funky,'
Makin the average group buckdance like a barrel full of monkies
While i break out to shoppin mall he's makin a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be regular like dru hill and a little more ill
(hey keith, we want you to be ill)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
Of course i'm hard to work with cause you hard to work with
I don't wanna meet insane clown posse and collaborate
I'm tryin to innovate and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad cause i'm original - you can't do the material
When i sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your video
I'm in one of my three luxury apartments eatin raisin bran
cereal
While you front low, i take my bike ride down to wells fargo
How long is it gon' take, nine-hundred-thousand in clear
Takin with a clear, i don't need a benz this year
Took care of my paperwork
Takin united taxi out to vegas
While the average r＆b group is doin a promo concert
Ignorin your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground mc's
Tryin to get me to rap on a wack jazz track for one g
How dare you try to insult me？
I got 40 grand for three minutes to write a song with prodigy
Other crews don't get budget, got the nerve to call me
Welcome to the business, stand as a witness
Work on your stomach, do physical fitness
I ain't playin, all this african stuff all look the same
I don't need a joey neckbone puttin his artwork on my cd
Drawin apple jacks and honeycomb with me sittin on the throne
No i'm takin a regular picture by the hotel st. bonaventure
Besides i do wear a coat in the winter
And eat at beautiful resteraunts
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
Why you think i should wear a motorcycle helmet？？
Why don't you wear it？! put on some wings like a parrot
Let's discuss this contract
Why are you hypin up a normal female group with fat cellulite
That sound wack？ most of y'all goin out like uncle tom's
Like louis armstrong
Wearin a tattoo and goin onstage like tracy chapman
I cancelled a big tour cause i was prepared
Y'all on the road with per diem money and y'all scared
While y'all walk and look hard
Your manager got his name all over your versatile card
And plus this video treatment sucks
The fish lens effects, the lens to the camera only cost a
hundred bucks
Look at the director, tryin to tell me what to do
I done this before, 14 degrees freezin cold
Doin _poppa large_ with a cage on my head, that's dead
Don't get your imagination too messed up
I'm wearin a yankee hat and a starter i'm not dressin up
How you gonna tell me what to wear？!
I don't need mascara and a stylist
Save that for a big rock group like pantera
Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol,
dreamworks
Never got dropped
Put my lyrics away and stopped
Too many people with hands in my projects
Havin fantasies of me bein superman you bein stupid man
I'm like prince, you might see me once every five years
At the record company
While most of y'all live at the label
Beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid
Under the table, doin routine dances for advances
(ooh, you get involved!)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(politics, politics..)
20.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 impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth
I live your ass ？erect？ and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hypeman sound like a bitch that switch
Y'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch
Yo tnt these niggas acting wild like they homo
But 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 suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch smith and
wesson
Dr. doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a
fucking
Bomb
I'm a move the tattoos off all these mcs
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese
Uncle black got a new sawed-off
When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off
Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust
I'm a send tony lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus
In a yellow caprice classic
I got a wig on them city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of
us
Jay and john with fifty cousins from the bolding family
We ？roll and amp？ g
The fuck y'all talking about
I'm moving a different route
Grab the carbines from under the couch
See you on the ferris wheel at coney island
I'm not gon' be smiling
Magnum waiting for your ass
Yall 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 deli
Black shoe polish on your glass table i'm ready and able
Going on the roof
When the pay-per-view fight come on click off the cable
Harass you to move
Leaving ？poisoned rat cole slaw？ around your toilet stool
While you scream fuck you
I'm a cross the street eating popeye's cajun rice
In a station wagon with hot beans
Taking a coffee break back in the house
Giving your chihuahuas
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of quaker state
Leaving the front room
Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boom
Watching the mets putting shit on your tv sets
In the shower
You won't be able to watch a program with remote controls
For seventy hours check out your sore ribs
The screen is gritty
Everybody's starting to look green on rap city
Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks
To a retarded kid in a wheel-chair
Coming up the street
Walking up the main avenue
I'm passing you
With a leather coat that looks similar to yours
Fuck you
You looking at me
I'm a start walking behind you
Act like i'm pantomiming you
Talking to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(what's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)
Chorus：x4
Is it live, live, live, live, live
21.Bald-headed Girl
Hey baby
I don't want to be kind of direct, but
I like
I think i like that's your hair
If it is your hair
I don't want to sound kind of different, but
Are you bald-headed？
Yeah i like the way you got a lot of that stuff off the horse
And added to your dimension
To fool a lot of brothers out there
Chorus：x2
Bald-headed girl
Bald-headed girl
Bald-headed girl
For me
Verse one：
There are nine million girls with weaves
With bald heads, braids get sweaty in nine months
Punks start stinking
Activator becomes the lazy way
Face like alligator, acne pimples, vagina cream
Girl cover your dream
Look at maxi pads
On special i seein
Affection, bootyclappin
Left yall tailwaggin
Like cats in heats
Rubbing against my knees
I smell fleas
Plucking roaches of your thongs
Yall got the nerve to walk around naked playing a job b song
Six months pregnant and the baby you don't know who's the father
Why bother
It could be bill cosby or kevin johnson
You just came out the hotel
With shawn kemp and magic johnson
With ashy kneecaps
Your dress showing your butt crack
With no home training
You can't match the high class off doctor dooom
You act more fake than pamela anderson
Getting rebuilt by oscar goldman
With contact lenses
Run with imbeciles who leasse benzes
You valet park athletes cars
Buying blond wigs from k-mart
Chorus：x4
Verse two：
Fierce animal with horsehair down her back
With a stolen g-string, sporting a zirconia ring
Out the cracker jack box
Even though her private parts smell like an ox
Open a window
Fly rooms at the hyatt don't smell like this
Air condition can't fight the fish
Doctor dooom pulling out vanilla wizard
Spraying the hairstyle worn by the exotic lizard
Who are you miss
Trying to be a material analyst
Liposuction refraction
You can't afford a pack of hair like toni braxton
It's a must
Doctor dooom lost your trust
The beauty parlor souped you up
You start riding the bus
Always in a fly ride
You just a bald-headed loser
And i bet you ten packs of human hair the yankees ain't losing
Pinstripes'll penetrate your buttwipes
Y'all know the deal
Scratching your crutch by the hamburger grill
Wash your hands girl
Shampoo the feces out your classy curl
Chorus：x4
Verse three：
You got your wig on
At the front line of the guestlist
You a spectacular model
Wearing turtleneck and mohvada watch
Using a airtight full back panties is a turn off
Why don't you wipe the worms off
And all the germs off
With rubbing alcohol
I'm in the back of y'all
Looking at the naps under your hair weave
Standing next to your man steve
He don't believe
You got a process that ain't the best
With hair growing around your chins and chest
Bumps on your neck
Girl, you need to get some stuff from gillete
Shaving cream, clippers, vinegar, soap, shampoo it's all for you
bu
Watch the oil, hair drop all over the sink man
Sew that weave in man that stuff gon' start to stink
Girl get your hair off my sink
Chorus： x4
It's the bald-head 2000
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