Dr. Dooom - Mental Case Lyrics
[dr. dooom]Yo, ***** octagon!Dont ask me about that *****in shit*****in ask me about that *****in shit again!!I aint doin that type of shit (I aint doin that shit)You mother*****ers think Im crazy right? (yeah you crazy)I know, but I am..I have to show niggaz, word g, I have to blow niggazTech 9s, carbines, pointin in your *****in facesThirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab emQ his kid left there, with ambulances, by the wheelchairDangerous action, Im the movie, Im the main attraction***** up your front lawn with m&ms, jiffy popcornPiss in your mailbox, throw shitty pampers every two blocksCut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin great flameYou *****in bastard, dont ***** with me, you gettin blastedNiggaz get *****ed up, you black niggaz are actin whiteYour rolex gone, my projects on your airplane flightsFirst time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck outCut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scarsCome grab the submachines, joe step to seminarsNiggaz with diamonds, armed crackheads, clock yall rhyminTake your girls necklace, stare at the cops, lookin recklessAss on the corner, think you safe workin at warner brothers?Polygram building heard some shots, they want me to chill thenSecurity ran, russell simmons saw me in a black vanI ran the tight intersection, and caught a big erectionSpinnin on 3rd, lexington, through the *****in redIm in manhattan, ***** wigs, on my *****in headStreets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, thats my habitsChorus: dr. dooom and {unknown guest help}Mental case, mental case{man, he be likin campbells soup, apple jacksDouble xl diapers}Mental case, mental case{chocolate milk, porno filmsFlintstone tablets}Mental case, mental case{roscoe waffles and make them extra soft oh-kay? } +1{roscoe waffles.. and make them extra soft dude!} +2{make sure he gets a girl ohkay? } +3[dr. dooom]Your style is ***** kid, you *****ed up, sound like a womanIm not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breastYou transvest with small flows, you cant, proper digestYou open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your handI leave you thinkin in your hotels, with ***** stinkinMassengil thrills flow through new york, to hollywood hillsYour male flow, Im wipin asscracks like mop-n-gloMcs get inserts, thrash style selectin bad wordsMove with your silk suits, I stomp your mics with combat bootsMake up your rap thats feeble, small you think its majorI pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pagerInternational feedback, I make you twist your knee backI got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in teabacksGarter belts on djs, sportin tryin to spin on feltsI see that rugged kid comin through, gimme that screwfaceHes wearin girdles, your back-up man, sportin pink lace..hey man you better watch your back up in here manThey rapin little boys!Chorus[dr. dooom]I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday partyYour group set up, takin turns, yall shut the ***** upWalk, grab your nuts, leave the kangols and scratch your buttsStage shows get messed up, youre hardcore, zippin your dress upMove on your projects, new shit, thats how I do shitWord up g, yall niggaz sound puss, lick my pee-pee veteran nastyDont even try to *****in ask me, fax you my phone numberI beat you down with steel cans and wood lumberOpen your face up, dress you with makeupHave your *****-made, makin kool-aid with your ass outIn a glass house, where convicts wear big dicksStrong niggaz, got your *****s in the mixYou need protection for that tight infectionChorus[dr. dooom]You boys comin in hard, Im the wardenYou go out soft
