Dr. Dooom - No Chorus lyrics
[Dr. Dooom - No Chorus lyrics]
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 niggas 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 Lowenbrau
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 niggas be runnin around with ears
Open like fuckin bunny rabbit's
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'mma 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!
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 niggas 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 Lowenbrau
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 niggas be runnin around with ears
Open like fuckin bunny rabbit's
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'mma 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!