Mental Case-Dr. Dooom

Album by: First Come, First Served Artist by: Dr. Dooom [dr. dooom] Yo, f**k octagon! Dont ask me about that f**kin sh*t F**kin ask me about that f**kin sh*t again!! I aint doin that type of sh*t (I aint doin that sh*t) You motherf**kers think Im crazy right? (yeah you crazy) I know, but I am.. I have to show niggaz, word g, I have to blow niggaz Tech 9s, carbines, pointin in your f**kin faces Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em Q his kid left there, with ambulances, by the wheelchair Dangerous action, Im the movie, Im the main attraction F**k up your front lawn with m&ms, jiffy popcorn Piss in your mailbox, throw shitty pampers every two blocks Cut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin great flame You f**kin bastard, dont f**k with me, you gettin blasted Niggaz get f**ked up, you black niggaz are actin white Your rolex gone, my projects on your airplane flights First time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars Come grab the submachines, joe step to seminars Niggaz with diamonds, armed crackheads, clock yall rhymin Take your girls necklace, stare at the cops, lookin reckless A** on the corner, think you safe workin at warner brothers? Polygram building heard some shots, they want me to chill then Security ran, russell simmons saw me in a black van I ran the tight intersection, and caught a big erection Spinnin on 3rd, lexington, through the f**kin red Im in manhattan, naked wigs, on my f**kin head Streets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, thats my habits Chorus: dr. dooom and {unknown guest help} Mental case, mental case {man, he be likin campbells soup, apple jacks Double xl diapers} Mental case, mental case {chocolate milk, porno films Flintstone 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 b**ch kid, you f**ked up, sound like a woman Im not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast You transvest with small flows, you cant, proper digest You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand I leave you thinkin in your hotels, with p**sy stinkin Massengil thrills flow through new york, to hollywood hills Your male flow, Im wipin asscracks like mop-n-glo Mcs get inserts, thrash style selectin bad words Move with your silk suits, I stomp your mics with combat boots Make up your rap thats feeble, small you think its major I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager International feedback, I make you twist your knee back I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in teabacks Garter belts on djs, sportin tryin to spin on felts I see that rugged kid comin through, gimme that screwface Hes wearin girdles, your back-up man, sportin pink lace ..hey man you better watch your back up in here man They rapin little boys! Chorus [dr. dooom] I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party Your group set up, takin turns, yall shut the f**k up Walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangols and scratch your butts Stage shows get messed up, youre hardcore, zippin your dress up Move on your projects, new sh*t, thats how I do sh*t Word up g, yall niggaz sound puss, lick my pee-pee veteran nasty Dont even try to f**kin ask me, fax you my phone number I beat you down with steel cans and wood lumber Open your face up, dress you with makeup Have your b**ch-made, makin kool-aid with your a** out In a glass house, where convicts wear big dicks Strong niggaz, got your assholes in the mix You need protection for that tight infection Chorus [dr. dooom] You boys comin in hard, Im the warden You go out soft