[Dr. Dooom]
I'm shoppin right now, my a** off
You home writin some bullsh** literature
I need to think about you and reconsi-durrrr
Your chicks punch they clock, goin out to Vegas to s** co*k
You don't know me, I'll swing a machete on your block
You can't recognize fly when you see it
Youse a b**h that need it
You see the size of my f**in bags, you read it
How the f** you think you competin? You Monster Zero b**h
What side of my a** do you want to kiss?
You a starvin artist, tryin to make it to the Grammies
With a cheap perfume that smell like piss
[Hook]
That girl is a mon-storrr
She's a chicken grease who*e
That girl is a mon-storrr
Tell her I don't live there any more
[Dr. Dooom]
Baby you lookin for A&R, people to back you
Where's your hairstyle and beautician?
Just because you got a little page with a few bullsh** pictures
You think you competition; turn down that funky a**
I'd rather take your poodle, and cook him in the kitchen
When I urinate you listen; you see the wrists glisten
How many pots in your name you got to piss in?
Your powdered face, f** you s**~!
I make these chicks wash up and get they pubic hair cut
I'm the type of motherf**er to spray the bottles of Lysol on your bu*t
Watch you close, tryin to steal some sh**
I keep my eyeball on your bu*t
You emerge from the scene intimidated
My flow make you frustrated
Steady buyin sh**, I love it cause you hate it
You better walk off to a pad, administrate it
[Hook]
[Dr. Dooom]
Walkin back and forth through the corridor
Ask me more, the Black & Deck' cut off your jaw
Hands sittin like j**elry on the dresser drawer
You catch a tour, see your legs by the resevoir
With 3 mo'fo' po' orange Troops
I'm leathered up with orange goose
Nail a b-boy stance in the woods like I'm on forty-deuce
Take a picture b**her of D-R Dooom
Come to the Days Inn and see our room
The Wicked Witch pa** by the window on the broom
I'm in the bathrub playin with a raccoon
[Hook] - repeat 2X