Dr Octagon - Wild And Crazy Lyrics
{dj q-bert scratches "right, now here we go"}[dr. octagon]A lot of rappers are wack, they cold booty from the buttcrackSwingin skills to chill, that's how i pay the billsFunk blaster, tweakin bass like i'm jimmy castorModel h-3-oh-c, plus another thousandKickin lyrics for ascap, brothers that be housinSplittin publishin, gainin points, rappin back againMy unique style, and certain words, watch me make em blendManifest vanish, spread out, with computer dataSuckers don't know, acute intelligence, what's the matterSolo fiend, i cut your legs with the guillotineSnap back, rip you to some props in your paperbackGettin rectums, doin jobs like i'm dr. gigglesServin em well, i stop their anals up with picklesWith operation to give, the room an atmosphereCyclops will walk, frankenstein still standin hereWatch the hand out the ground, chillChorus: dr. octagon (repeat 2x)It's wild and crazy..The moon is out, tonight it's time for experimentsIt's wild and crazy..A fetus in the jar, i got the little baby[dr. octagon]Two o'clock, still dark, my flashlight, huntin suitRight in front of your building with live bear every yearTakin horns, from moose and wild bulls and capricornsI got your face in the frame, inside the living roomWhile kids watch 13, i'm in the back smokin zoomSesame street, you play that beat, i'ma step to peteWith nuclear bombs, and word to mom, i'ma blow his armsSix shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? armsI put some diss in the steps, and damage all your repsGet off the hooks in project style like bernard goetzWhat's the matter, kid you scared, come and do the bidInmates'll damage your tapes, you're nervous liftin weightsI open cell block c, go battle mr. sillyI don't see nothin, i think, they raped the rapper reallyChorus{dj q-bert scratches "i'm the ultimate.." "..emcee!"}[dr. octagon]Walkin streets with shopping carts, a live alligatorHold your pitbull back, let's spend some money on the elevatorYour dog is bound to loose and have a funeralYou can call landlords, injects on my rent checksBug man is back, you project people better watch their necksSpittin flim-flam, rappers still smokin crackSuckers get pantylined, and spots on the hiney crackI do much work, on heavy stomachs like levertPut up some money, i bet my tools'll make your rectum hurtBlack exposed em, for you don't want to mess with meI seek in your girl's box, and cover your publicitySequence first, and drop the facts on datChorus
