Dr. Dooom - You Live At Home With Your Mom Lyrics
[dr. dooom]Yeah.. new york city!Dr. dooom pebblestoneI took the batmobile out last nightWent to tony rhome's.. and i seen..Exaggeration{you were perpetratin, you was fake}Chorus: repeat 4xSpottin fools frontin fly, girls act material{you live at home with your mom!}[dr. dooom]I spot mc's on bet with the fake zirconia bezel rolexLookin like virgin with the see-through back bought fromThe indian kid off the rack -- sterling silver deliveryY'all tryin to fool me actin bougie with the platinum wannabeIt look real, stainless steel appeal, that's not the presidentialLet's keep it confidential; you ordered that *****in kitIn the ad in the source boss -- step up your rep upIn genuine fashion i caught your ass in;With your name on the rented car leaseFeathered top hat, zoot suits with vinyl alligator bootsExtreme dream with no apartment spaceYou frontin in the fly ride and empty placeWith your rent due on the first of the monthYour second month you exit, portrayin to girlsLike you everything in the world***** master, prepare to face disaster as i pass yaMovin galactica with no capacityYou ain't got enough to buy a small soda in johnny rocket's, bPosin with baldhead black girls with a florida tanTryin to act like you the manStarstruck with one buck, your girl look like donald duckParty-figure perpetrator, undercover haterSmell your cheap cologne in the elevatorDope you smoke, half of y'all can't never touch the mink coatWith your four carat white gold you look like you're pantomimingTryin to rhyme off of unflexible facial bone structureI crush ya, down to the pasoLike spicy foods burnin through your *****Remember i did the damage to your lassoThen threw your pampers in a manhole; your engineer walked awayWith ponytails like annie mae, laughin and talkin the other wayYou was the first rapper to pull out greaseAnd turn your butt the other wayYour girl think you're tough, big buff and rough{90 percent of these rappers are very soft}Chorus[dr. dooom]I look at your audience and fanbaseNuttin but a bunch of men tappin each other on the back againFools with backpacks tryin to show me they asscrackCigarette lighters blowin smoke on my polo shirtAnd you're bound to get hurtWith one leg, tryin to walk to work on the mic you rap hardAnd overexert, material girls catch diarrheaWon't make it to my concertIt don't have to be 4th of july for your rectum to see fireworksWhile you buy clothes at ross sew in the weaves tryin to flossWalkin in large resteraunts, orderin a small bowl of chicken brothWater and napkins, you ain't tryin to be a captainPut down this wack actin skills from moviesSend you to niko lobbies like a groupieStagefright out of sight cover your ass upPrepare i pull my mask up{watch your custom jewelry kid!}Chorus{that's right kid, clean up your room}{go clean up your room}{clean your room otherwise you'll be on punishment}{for two weeks}
