KutMasta Kurt - I Run Rap lyrics

[Dr. Dooom] Yeah Number one MC in the world, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom Straight out of solitary I got the block locked down Transfer me to Corcoran to Pelican Bay You don't wanna step in my cell I eat your a** for real Even veterans go out with tight pants and lipstick Most rappers flex up, they vexed up, they actin hard Attendin Catholic school at mom's house, they soft as lard They roll in packs, carryin yo-yo's, and balls and jacks That kid you peeped it, his boys wearin Victoria's Secret Mean mugs get crushed up, your bra's showin, pickin dust up You light your trees up, I'm just the man to skin yo' knees up Walk behind you, tuck your stomach in, I redesign you Urgent emergency, your girl is cryin, they can't find you I move with bowling ball bags, you try to ask for Zig-Zags You got your panties on with wigs on, y'all playin tag Walkin in tough kid, your girdle's showin, watch your doo-rag G-strings get touched, watch your skid marks like Starsky and Hutch Y'all scope erections, while rappers run to different sections I ride in limos pull your thongs in, from here to Wisconsin Drivin' to Sav-On make, tough MC's, put on Avon Eject your wigs in Hunts Point, your pumps in truckers rigs Chorus: repeat 4X I'm the man of the hour Watchin girls takin a shower I run rap, tell MC's to watch they back [Dr. Dooom] Rappers with panty-liners, rent cars, with no recliners I get ill, serve the best MC's with Ma**engill While crowds chill, take your haltertops, down to Big Bill Write on your mic stand, your flower shorts, you've been hurt Male with a dil*o, your a** is low, call policemen Three million rappers on labels, sportin skirts release men I teach men, pull my pants down, piss on each men Frustrate the rectums on the night flight, I cruise on Eastern Look at your contracts, while Vaseline, smears your bu*tcrack I counteract tracks, while you around smokin crack Skinny kid two pounds, with bony legs, bustin two rounds That man is slinky, jacks off, they rap is Hostess Twinkie Underarm smell, keep the mics warm, y'all shirts is stinky Panties look great on you with wedding rings around your pinkie Now stop fiesta, then cut your weight down, you'd be like Vesta Facin your whole crew, with condoms on like Uncle Fester Lo-lo-lo-Lopez, your moms call me Frankie Sanchez On deck with penis out, pine tar like Tony Perez Big battin average, send your girlfriend out, tossin salad I run rap, tell MC's to watch they back Chorus [Dr. Dooom] Rappers get Maxi-pads and O.B., their time of the month No time for phone calls from tough guys, y'all puff them blunts Caesarean stretch marks, co*k-diesel MC's end up pregnant Nine months in Comstock, you rhyme, grabbin inmates jock Sportin your white dress, with Timberlands, you try to impress Petro with bulletproof vest, your man is havin incest Lock up your cell then, your big group, they roll with Elvin Drag queen on Front Street, program, all your SP-12 beats Y'all roll up dust, smokin PCP, I come with big heat Y'all run y'all knowledge down, send your Rolex down to Big Pete Lipstick is smeared on, your Pele shirt, get your fear on Hard rappers with stockings and tunafish, smell like Starkist I call him Miss, rappers tampons, I bought it for Christmas I call you Anna make you sniff balls, back to Atlanta Change all your grammar and have you call home, bleedin to Grandma I run rap, tell MC's to watch they back Chorus [Dr. Dooom] That's right When you see in the mess hall All new jacks, even if you're old, give me that respect YouknowhatI'msayin? You might get neglected That's right, send me all the commisary Battlin me ain't necessary