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


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