Dr. Dooom - Dr. Dooom's In The Room Lyrics
Yeah, for the mother*****in 2000In this motherStraight from houston, texThe mother*****in dr. dooomI'm shuttin rappers down like guiliani shut down strip clubsTurnin your fake gangster hardcore storiesInto some mickey mouse, teletubbies shitY'all niggaz need to quit, stop pullin your silicone titsAnd this city is my townDon't even *****in tryin to say a fly rhymeI'm holdin posessions you don't ownAnd your cellular phone don't even *****in roamY'all got the nerve to be standin in the hot rap zoneAgainst somethin you can't affordRappers be soundin bored at the showI need to start pullin your *****-ass *****in extension cordSuckers be fakers, atm pullin fraudsI'm sendin two men, out to boo menQuick to get to y'all niggaz like western unionI'm comin like the fax machineI pour it on your whole teamY'all niggaz ain't got time to schemeI'm out to shatter your *****in rap dreamsTop to bottom, any angle, whatever your bullshit mind thinkYour words gon' tangleSound like shit on a tascan mixA bunch of y'all tracks need to be fixedProfessionally, you sound like the dog totoWhen i see flex, i'ma ask himWhy he playin a lot of records from a bunch of homosWith feminine vocalsI catch niggaz when clubs are packed, rubbin elbowsTryin to whisper shit in ugly *****es earlobesDr. dooom callin wack niggaz houses from the radisson hotel roomPenthouse suites, ***** niggaz get 911 beepsI'm always hearin more softest mc's talk shit about the streets***** your seedy impression of painNinety-nine percent of your shit was normal,One percent sound strangeA&r's be suckin a lot of dickAnd spreadin they ass cheeks to get the hitsDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meatDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meatDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meatDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up ..You couldn't rap with me if we was twins stuck togetherYou be the deformed one, catchin the warm oneI pay a crackhead five dollarsTo ***** up your million dollar marketing planWith a brand new sub-machine gunAnd a hot dog, on a yankee stadium bunFirst class rates, hire wall street messengersTo move your antique rap styles in milk cratesSpecial delivery for all you mother*****ersSportin hard boots with ashey faces tryin to get with meY'all suckers is amateurs, gettin *****ed up the *****sBy the top worst managersOn the publishin deal, wipe my condoms off your ampex reelsNo games to be played, you lookin *****in jiggyMc's with collared shirts and shoes tryin to duplicate biggieNo matter where, you only got one pairAlligators don't match with them *****in flaresWho's doin your dress code, some old stank *****With mascara touchin up your face on the roadYou feelin healthier, your rap audienceIs only new york to philadelphiaBaltimore never even heard your *****in metaphorShut the ***** up, put your buck up, look at the dicks you suck upMaximum ass thoughts, you *****in get crushedLike the five o'clock train rush, sweaty as a mother*****erThe best rapper can lick my assI make your girl pick me up lick my sperm in your e-classLeave my diapers moist in the back seat of your rolls royceStop your whole organization on park avenue and start laughin at youDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meatDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meatDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meatDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meatYou ain't the top rap in the countryNew jacks, you shoulda knew thatFrom experience, you couldn't write from the beginninBookin studio time, with some scramblin concert shit on your mindWho's crowd, the blues feel my newsAccurately in new york cityThere's a thousand mother*****ers tryin to rap and look prettySave it for davidTake that mother*****in rented ride back to avisWhen it come to rap i'm the big mother*****er on the paylistRidin the amtrak, lookin at billboardYou need to be hung on a steel cordSittin next to a doberman, shit in harlemAny poodles on the mic, we gon' stop emI'm in the dressin room with the average *****Lookin like halle berry, rubbin my nutsMy fingers all up in her gutsWatchin monday night football with my dick all up in her buttMc's stand away when i pull out my mitt put your hand awayMost of these fake hard rappers never seen the projectsLive in *****in pesquatewayScared, palm that awayWhy don't you bastards move back in the metro areaThe marriott is the spotWhere the prostitutes lick your rolex watchLeft you ***** out with your stomach outHangin out with cocaine on the dresserWith a puerto rican girl with hiv from parkchesterYou sniffin that shit againSouped up from the neck up from the buttcrack upYou need a *****in checkupDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meatDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meatDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meatDr. dooom is in the room!Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
