K. Thornton - Mopped Up lyrics

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K. Thornton - Mopped Up lyrics

[Dr. Dooom] Yeah! Doc Late nights I'm Dr. Dooom on the moonlight Cut your f**in head in Night Flight, the cravin for the crocodile Snap at the legs on your bike I'm under the dim lights, standin like Norman Bates Recordin the facts on normal tapes Cut off pieces of your feet one by one now you got the blood on your Bapes I see you step in the ambulance with the shakes Piss on your front disc brakes Box you out like a linebacker, you miss the fakes The complimentary drinks you taste The weights weigh one thousand, I drop 'em on your face {OH!} Watch your teeth and brace Now you a** out, a guy on the mic with peace lace I do this when I step to each place With the hand that grips on the pliers you admire [Chorus] All hands you throw up, get chopped up Janitors come out with detergent buckets (Workin overtime) you get mopped up [Dr. Dooom] First thing you gon' do as a journalist Is compare this to the first Dr. Dooom f** you~! I come and find you And slice your kneecaps into coldcuts in the room You criticize these raps so advertisers and watch me pour some gas on your face And set your hair on fire Move your nose off your body with hammers and workman tires Texas Chainsaw Ma**acre liars Punch you in the face like Aaron Pryor Go up to the hardware store and grab some donuts for the flow Donuts for the go Muscle shirt that say "keep up the good work" [Chorus] - repeat 1.66X [Dr. Dooom] Shove your head in a Macy's bag, with the Macy's tag Go head I drop birds on the shoulders You feel the pigeon release sh** on top of your head when I brag That's the skull head in the front window of the Jag I'm edgy, givin the competition a wedgie Lizard and croc for lunch Cruise 400 miles, just to get my hands on some peanut brunch Brittle! I chop between two eyes, bullseye, right up the middle Let's get down to the griddle The fats move, dance around and fly around my face while I play the fiddle [Chorus] - repeat 2X