Dr. Octagon - Dr. Dooom's in the Room lyrics
[Dr. Octagon - Dr. Dooom's in the Room lyrics]
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 niggas need to quit
Stop pullin your silicone tit's
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
Niggas like Western Union
I'm comin like the fax machine
I pour it on your whole team
Y'all niggas 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'mma ask him
Why he playin a lot of records
From a bunch of homos with feminine vocals
I catch niggas when clubs are packed
Rubbin elbows tryin to whisper shit in
Ugly bitches earlobes
Dr dooom callin wack niggas houses
From the Radisson hotel room
Penthouse suites, bitch niggas 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 hit's
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
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 niggas need to quit
Stop pullin your silicone tit's
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
Niggas like Western Union
I'm comin like the fax machine
I pour it on your whole team
Y'all niggas 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'mma ask him
Why he playin a lot of records
From a bunch of homos with feminine vocals
I catch niggas when clubs are packed
Rubbin elbows tryin to whisper shit in
Ugly bitches earlobes
Dr dooom callin wack niggas houses
From the Radisson hotel room
Penthouse suites, bitch niggas 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 hit's
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