歌曲 | No Chorus |
歌手 | Dr. Dooom |
专辑 | First Come, First Served |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Matlin, Thornton | |
Yeah.. | |
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album | |
Dr. dooom.. | |
Name of this track is called "i don't want the motherfuckin chorus" | |
Whatever all the arrangements are we gon' go through | |
Fuck all the laws.. | |
What the fuck was in your mind when you rapped on that track? | |
Who posessed you to do that? who programmed - that shit sound wack | |
Unplug your mic | |
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype | |
Programmed by the company, makin somethin cheap | |
Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo; | |
Makin asses out of yourselves, tryin to rap solo | |
Suck my dick when you see me; avoid because you wanna be me | |
Y'all niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couches | |
What's up you fuckin amateur? | |
Your engineer'll cue in your bullshit cadence | |
That shit sounds simple; look at this nigga rhymin to hisself | |
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck | |
Big crews don't want it -- y'all get it worse | |
Which one of y'all motherfuckers is waitin for the mic first? | |
I hope your bitch is in the audience | |
Your wife too, that's your fanbase -- plus your dj's in the place | |
I'm about to boo you, let it be fair; when you come off-stage | |
Ninety percent of the people that came on your guest list | |
Ain't gon' be there | |
A big dissapointment when i rub your asshole with a verbal ointment | |
Rappers actin hard, nervous in the dressin room | |
With a security guard | |
Groupies standin round with they fuckin face frowned | |
Lookin like fuckin homey the clown | |
Put that spring water down man, you ain't sweatin | |
You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin; | |
Your fans are mad - your performance was garbage bag | |
Look at these videotapes | |
Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts like the planet of the apes | |
Supervise it, criticize it, y'all don't realize it | |
Where the real guys at | |
Who's administrating your budget when you takin | |
That high picture for right on with your ballroom light on | |
You know the night is kind of special like lauryn bro | |
When i escort you to your car, you breakout bastards | |
Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie season | |
After you first started | |
You try to work hard and you never paid no dues | |
Like cold crush and afrika bambaata | |
You wack nigga, tryin to act large in the video in nevada | |
You fuckin pink maggot; i'll take your mic, you can't have it | |
You niggaz be runnin around with ears open like fuckin bunny rabbits | |
That's right, dr. dooom | |
All you motherfuckers around the world sittin in studios with your boys | |
Hypin your shit up | |
Motherfuckers don't wanna tell you that your shit is wack | |
Because they all yes men | |
Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases | |
Bein your fuckin cheerleaders | |
I'ma tell you straight, look in the fuckin mirror, you wack | |
That shit don't sound right, your mixdown ain't right | |
Your vocals are too low.. your fuckin cadence is off | |
Stage show's weak.. fuck you! |
zuo ci : Matlin, Thornton | |
Yeah.. | |
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album | |
Dr. dooom.. | |
Name of this track is called " i don' t want the motherfuckin chorus" | |
Whatever all the arrangements are we gon' go through | |
Fuck all the laws.. | |
What the fuck was in your mind when you rapped on that track? | |
Who posessed you to do that? who programmed that shit sound wack | |
Unplug your mic | |
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype | |
Programmed by the company, makin somethin cheap | |
Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo | |
Makin asses out of yourselves, tryin to rap solo | |
Suck my dick when you see me avoid because you wanna be me | |
Y' all niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couches | |
What' s up you fuckin amateur? | |
Your engineer' ll cue in your bullshit cadence | |
That shit sounds simple look at this nigga rhymin to hisself | |
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck | |
Big crews don' t want it y' all get it worse | |
Which one of y' all motherfuckers is waitin for the mic first? | |
I hope your bitch is in the audience | |
Your wife too, that' s your fanbase plus your dj' s in the place | |
I' m about to boo you, let it be fair when you come offstage | |
Ninety percent of the people that came on your guest list | |
Ain' t gon' be there | |
A big dissapointment when i rub your asshole with a verbal ointment | |
Rappers actin hard, nervous in the dressin room | |
With a security guard | |
Groupies standin round with they fuckin face frowned | |
Lookin like fuckin homey the clown | |
Put that spring water down man, you ain' t sweatin | |
You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin | |
Your fans are mad your performance was garbage bag | |
Look at these videotapes | |
Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts like the planet of the apes | |
Supervise it, criticize it, y' all don' t realize it | |
Where the real guys at | |
Who' s administrating your budget when you takin | |
That high picture for right on with your ballroom light on | |
You know the night is kind of special like lauryn bro | |
When i escort you to your car, you breakout bastards | |
Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie season | |
After you first started | |
You try to work hard and you never paid no dues | |
Like cold crush and afrika bambaata | |
You wack nigga, tryin to act large in the video in nevada | |
You fuckin pink maggot i' ll take your mic, you can' t have it | |
You niggaz be runnin around with ears open like fuckin bunny rabbits | |
That' s right, dr. dooom | |
All you motherfuckers around the world sittin in studios with your boys | |
Hypin your shit up | |
Motherfuckers don' t wanna tell you that your shit is wack | |
Because they all yes men | |
Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases | |
Bein your fuckin cheerleaders | |
I' ma tell you straight, look in the fuckin mirror, you wack | |
That shit don' t sound right, your mixdown ain' t right | |
Your vocals are too low.. your fuckin cadence is off | |
Stage show' s weak.. fuck you! |
zuò cí : Matlin, Thornton | |
Yeah.. | |
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album | |
Dr. dooom.. | |
Name of this track is called " i don' t want the motherfuckin chorus" | |
Whatever all the arrangements are we gon' go through | |
Fuck all the laws.. | |
What the fuck was in your mind when you rapped on that track? | |
Who posessed you to do that? who programmed that shit sound wack | |
Unplug your mic | |
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype | |
Programmed by the company, makin somethin cheap | |
Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo | |
Makin asses out of yourselves, tryin to rap solo | |
Suck my dick when you see me avoid because you wanna be me | |
Y' all niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couches | |
What' s up you fuckin amateur? | |
Your engineer' ll cue in your bullshit cadence | |
That shit sounds simple look at this nigga rhymin to hisself | |
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck | |
Big crews don' t want it y' all get it worse | |
Which one of y' all motherfuckers is waitin for the mic first? | |
I hope your bitch is in the audience | |
Your wife too, that' s your fanbase plus your dj' s in the place | |
I' m about to boo you, let it be fair when you come offstage | |
Ninety percent of the people that came on your guest list | |
Ain' t gon' be there | |
A big dissapointment when i rub your asshole with a verbal ointment | |
Rappers actin hard, nervous in the dressin room | |
With a security guard | |
Groupies standin round with they fuckin face frowned | |
Lookin like fuckin homey the clown | |
Put that spring water down man, you ain' t sweatin | |
You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin | |
Your fans are mad your performance was garbage bag | |
Look at these videotapes | |
Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts like the planet of the apes | |
Supervise it, criticize it, y' all don' t realize it | |
Where the real guys at | |
Who' s administrating your budget when you takin | |
That high picture for right on with your ballroom light on | |
You know the night is kind of special like lauryn bro | |
When i escort you to your car, you breakout bastards | |
Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie season | |
After you first started | |
You try to work hard and you never paid no dues | |
Like cold crush and afrika bambaata | |
You wack nigga, tryin to act large in the video in nevada | |
You fuckin pink maggot i' ll take your mic, you can' t have it | |
You niggaz be runnin around with ears open like fuckin bunny rabbits | |
That' s right, dr. dooom | |
All you motherfuckers around the world sittin in studios with your boys | |
Hypin your shit up | |
Motherfuckers don' t wanna tell you that your shit is wack | |
Because they all yes men | |
Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases | |
Bein your fuckin cheerleaders | |
I' ma tell you straight, look in the fuckin mirror, you wack | |
That shit don' t sound right, your mixdown ain' t right | |
Your vocals are too low.. your fuckin cadence is off | |
Stage show' s weak.. fuck you! |