Dr. Dooom - No Chorus Lyrics
Yeah..You mother*****ers oughta let me go and finish this mother*****in albumDr. dooom..Name of this track is called I dont want the mother*****in chorusWhatever all the arrangements are we gon go through***** all the laws..What the ***** was in your mind when you rapped on that track?Who posessed you to do that? who programmed - that shit sound wackUnplug your micYou mother*****ers rap under a bunch of *****in hypeProgrammed by the company, makin somethin cheapVocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo;Makin asses out of yourselves, tryin to rap soloSuck my dick when you see me; avoid because you wanna be meYall niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couchesWhats up you *****in amateur?Your engineerll cue in your bullshit cadenceThat shit sounds simple; look at this nigga rhymin to hisselfWack as *****, smell like shit for one buckBig crews dont want it -- yall get it worseWhich one of yall mother*****ers is waitin for the mic first?I hope your ***** is in the audienceYour wife too, thats your fanbase -- plus your djs in the placeIm about to boo you, let it be fair; when you come off-stageNinety percent of the people that came on your guest listAint gon be thereA big dissapointment when I rub your ***** with a verbal ointmentRappers actin hard, nervous in the dressin roomWith a security guardGroupies standin round with they *****in face frownedLookin like *****in homey the clownPut that spring water down man, you aint sweatinYou mother*****ers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin;Your fans are mad - your performance was garbage bagLook at these videotapesWalkin back and forth grabbin your nuts like the planet of the apesSupervise it, criticize it, yall dont realize itWhere the real guys atWhos administrating your budget when you takinThat high picture for right on with your ballroom light onYou know the night is kind of special like lauryn broWhen I escort you to your car, you breakout bastardsLeave the premises and reminisce on your rookie seasonAfter you first startedYou try to work hard and you never paid no duesLike cold crush and afrika bambaataYou wack nigga, tryin to act large in the video in nevadaYou *****in pink maggot; Ill take your mic, you cant have itYou niggaz be runnin around with ears open like *****in bunny rabbitsThats right, dr. dooomAll you mother*****ers around the world sittin in studios with your boysHypin your shit upMother*****ers dont wanna tell you that your shit is wackBecause they all yes menSittin around, carryin your roadie casesBein your *****in cheerleadersIma tell you straight, look in the *****in mirror, you wackThat shit dont sound right, your mixdown aint rightYour vocals are too low.. your *****in cadence is offStage shows weak.. ***** you!
