Dr. Dooom - Mopped Up lyrics

Yeah! Doc late nights

I'm Dr dooom on the moonlight
Cut your fuckin head in Night Flight
The cravin for the crocodile
Snap at the legs on your bike
I'm under the dim lights
Standin like Norman Bates
Recordin the facts on normal tapes
Cut off pieces of your feet one by one
Now you got the blood on your Bapes
I see you step in the
Ambulance with the shakes
Piss on your front disc brakes
Box you out like a linebacker
You miss the fakes
The complimentary drinks you taste
The weights weigh one thousand
I drop 'em on your face OH!
Watch your teeth and brace now you ass out
A guy on the mic with peace lace
I do this when I step to each place
With the hand that grips on
The pliers you admire

All hands you throw up, get chopped up
Janitors come out with detergent buckets
(Workin' overtime) you get mopped up

First thing you gon' do as a journalist
Is compare this to the first Dr dooom
Fuck you! I come and find you
And slice your kneecaps into
Cold-cuts in the room
You criticize these raps so
Advertisers and watch
Me pour some gas on your face
And set your hair on fire
Move your nose off your body
With hammers and workman tires
Texas Chainsaw Massacre liars
Punch you in the face like Aaron Pryor
Go up to the hardware store and
Grab some donuts for the flow
Donuts for the go
Muscle shirt that say "keep up the good work"

All hands you throw up, get chopped up
Janitors come out with detergent buckets
(Workin' overtime) you get mopped up

All hands you throw up, get chopped up
Janitors come out with detergent buckets
(Workin' overtime) you get mopped up

Shove your head in a Macy's bag
With the Macy's tag
Go head I drop birds on the shoulders
You feel the pigeon release shit on top
Of your head when I brag
That's the skull head in the
Front window of the Jag
I'm edgy, givin the competition a wedgie
Lizard and croc for lunch cruise 400 miles
Just to get my hands on some peanut brunch
Brittle! I chop between two eyes, bullseye
Right up the middle
Let's get down to the griddle the fats move
Dance around and fly around my face
While I play the fiddle

All hands you throw up, get chopped up
Janitors come out with detergent buckets
(Workin' overtime) you get mopped up

All hands you throw up, get chopped up
Janitors come out with detergent buckets
(Workin' overtime) you get mopped up