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dr. dooom – dr. dooom’s in the room كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yeah, for the motherf-ckin 2000
in this mother
straight from houston, tex
the motherf-ckin dr. dooom

[verse 1]
i’m shuttin rappers down like guiliani shut down strip clubs
turnin your fake gangster hardcore stories
into some mickey mouse, teletubbies sh-t
y’all n-ggas need to quit, stop pullin your silicone t-ts
and this city is my town
don’t even f-ckin tryin to say a fly rhyme
i’m holdin posessions you don’t own
and your cellular phone don’t even f-ckin roam
y’all got the nerve to be standin in the hot rap zone
against somethin you can’t afford
rappers be soundin bored at the show
i need to start pullin your b-tch–ss f-ckin extension cord
suckers be fakers, atm pullin frauds
i’m sendin two men, out to boo men
quick to get to y’all n-ggas like western union
i’m comin like the fax machine
i pour it on your whole team
y’all n-ggas ain’t got time to scheme
i’m out to shatter your f-ckin rap dreams
top to bottom, any angle, whatever your bullsh-t mind think
your words gon’ tangle
sound like sh-t on a tascan mix
a bunch of y’all tracks need to be fixed
professionally, you sound like the dog toto
when i see flex, i’mma ask him
why he playin a lot of records from a bunch of h0m-s
with feminine vocals
i catch n-ggas when clubs are packed, rubbin elbows
tryin to whisper sh-t in ugly b-tches earlobes
dr. dooom callin wack n-ggas houses from the radisson hotel room
penthouse suites, b-tch n-ggas get 911 beeps
i’m always hearin more softest mc’s talk sh-t about the streets
f-ck your seedy impression of pain
ninety-nine percent of your sh-t was normal
one percent sound strange
a&r’s be suckin a lot of d-ck
and spreadin they -ss cheeks to get the hits

[chorus]
dr. dooom is in the room!
walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
dr. dooom is in the room!
walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
dr. dooom is in the room!
walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
dr. dooom is in the room!
walkin up ..

[verse 2]
you couldn’t rap with me if we was twins stuck together
you be the deformed one, catchin the warm one
i pay a crackhead five dollars
to f-ck up your million dollar marketing plan
with a brand new sub-machine gun
and a hot dog, on a yankee stadium bun
first cl-ss rates, hire wall street messengers
to move your antique rap styles in milk crates
special delivery for all you motherf-ckers
sportin hard boots with ashey faces tryin to get with me
y’all suckers is amateurs, gettin f-cked up the -ssh0l-s
by the top worst managers
on the publishin deal, wipe my condoms off your ampex reels
no games to be played, you lookin f-ckin jiggy
mc’s with collared shirts and shoes tryin to duplicate biggie
no matter where, you only got one pair
alligators don’t match with them f-ckin flares
who’s doin your dress code, some old stank b-tch
with mascara touchin up your face on the road
you feelin healthier, your rap audience
is only new york to philadelphia
baltimore never even heard your f-ckin metaphor
shut the f-ck up, put your buck up, look at the d-cks you suck up
maximum -ss thoughts, you f-ckin get crushed
like the five o’clock train rush, sweaty as a motherf-cker
the best rapper can l!ck my -ss
i make your girl pick me up l!ck my sperm in your e-cl-ss
leave my diapers moist in the back seat of your rolls royce
stop your whole organization on park avenue and start laughin at you

[verse 3]
you ain’t the top rap in the country
new jacks, you shoulda knew that
from experience, you couldn’t write from the beginnin
bookin studio time, with some scramblin concert sh-t on your mind
who’s crowd, the blues feel my news
accurately in new york city
there’s a thousand motherf-ckers tryin to rap and look pretty
save it for david
take that motherf-ckin rented ride back to avis
when it come to rap i’m the big motherf-cker on the paylist
ridin the amtrak, lookin at billboard
you need to be hung on a steel cord
sittin next to a doberman, sh-t in harlem
any poodles on the mic, we gon’ stop em
i’m in the dressin room with the average b-tch
lookin like halle berry, rubbin my nuts
my fingers all up in her guts
watchin monday night football with my d-ck all up in her b-tt
mc’s stand away when i pull out my mitt put your hand away
most of these fake hard rappers never seen the projects
live in f-ckin pesquateway
scared, palm that away
why don’t you b-st-rds move back in the metro area
the marriott is the spot
where the prost-tutes l!ck your rolex watch
left you naked out with your stomach out
hangin out with cocaine on the dresser
with a puerto rican girl with hiv from parkchester
you sniffin that sh-t again
souped up from the neck up from the b-ttcrack up
you need a f-ckin checkup

- dr dooom

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