Текст песни Dr. Dooom - Dr. Dooom`s in the Room
Dr. Dooom - Dr. Dooom`s in the Room слова песни
Yeah, for the motherfuckin 2000in this motherStraight from Houston, TexThe motherfuckin Dr. DooomI`m shuttin rappers down like Guiliani shut down strip clubsTurnin your fake gangster hardcore storiesinto some Mickey Mouse, Teletubbies shitY`all niggaz need to quit, stop pullin your silicone titsAnd this city is my townDon`t even fuckin tryin to say a fly rhymeI`m holdin posessions you don`t ownAnd your cellular phone don`t even fuckin roamY`all got the nerve to be standin in the hot rap zoneagainst somethin you can`t affordRappers be soundin bored at the showI need to start pullin your bitch-ass fuckin extension cordSuckers be fakers, ATM pullin fraudsI`m sendin two men, out to boo menQuick to get to y`all niggaz like Western UnionI`m comin like the fax machineI pour it on your whole teamY`all niggaz ain`t got time to scheme I`m out to shatter your fuckin rap dreamsTop to bottom, any angle, whatever your bullshit mind thinkYour words gon` tangleSound like shit on a Tascan mixA bunch of y`all tracks need to be fixedProfessionally, you sound like the dog TotoWhen I see Flex, I`ma ask himwhy he playin a lot of records from a bunch of homoswith feminine vocalsI catch niggaz when clubs are packed, rubbin elbowsTryin to whisper shit in ugly bitches earlobesDr. Dooom callin wack niggaz houses from the Radisson hotel roomPenthouse suites, bitch niggaz get 911 beepsI`m always hearin more softest MC`s talk shit about the streetsFuck your seedy impression of painNinety-nine percent of your shit was normal, one percent sound strangeA&R`s be suckin a lot of dickand spreadin they ass cheeks to get the hits 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 ..You couldn`t rap with me if we was twins stuck togetherYou be the deformed one, catchin the warm oneI pay a crackhead five dollarsto fuck up your million dollar marketing planwith a brand new sub-machine gunand a hot dog, on a Yankee Stadium bunFirst class rates, hire Wall Street messengersto move your antique rap styles in milk cratesSpecial delivery for all you motherfuckerssportin hard boots with ashey faces tryin to get with meY`all suckers is amateurs, gettin fucked up the assholesby the top worst managersOn the publishin deal, wipe my condoms off your Ampex reelsNo games to be played, you lookin fuckin jiggyMC`s with collared shirts and shoes tryin to duplicate BiggieNo matter where, you only got one pairAlligators don`t match with them fuckin flaresWho`s doin your dress code, some old stank bitchwith mascara touchin up your face on the roadYou feelin healthier, your rap audienceis only New York to PhiladelphiaBaltimore never even heard your fuckin metaphorShut the fuck up, put your buck up, look at the dicks you suck upMaximum ass thoughts, you fuckin get crushedlike the five o`clock train rush, sweaty as a motherfuckerThe best rapper can lick my assI make your girl pick me up lick my sperm in your E-classLeave my diapers moist in the back seat of your Rolls RoyceStop your whole organization on Park Avenue and start laughin at you 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 the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meatYou ain`t the top rap in the countryNew jacks, you shoulda knew thatFrom experience, you couldn`t write from the beginninBookin studio time, with some scramblin concert shit on your mindWho`s crowd, the Blues feel my newsAccurately in New York CityThere`s a thousand motherfuckers tryin to rap and look prettySave it for DavidTake that motherfuckin rented ride back to AvisWhen it come to rap I`m the big motherfucker on the paylistRidin the Amtrak, lookin at BillboardYou need to be hung on a steel cordSittin next to a Doberman, shit in HarlemAny poodles on the mic, we gon` stop emI`m in the dressin room with the average bitchlookin like Halle Berry, rubbin my nutsMy fingers all up in her gutsWatchin Monday Night Football with my dick all up in her buttMC`s stand away when I pull out my mitt put your hand awayMost of these fake hard rappers never seen the projectslive in fuckin PesquatewayScared, palm that awayWhy don`t you bastards move back in the metro areaThe Marriott is the spotwhere the prostitutes lick your Rolex watchLeft you naked out with your stomach outHangin out with cocaine on the dresserWith a Puerto Rican girl with HIV from ParkchesterYou sniffin that shit againSouped up from the neck up from the buttcrack upYou need a fuckin checkup 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 the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat