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

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