歌曲 | Mental Case |
歌手 | Dr. Dooom |
专辑 | First Come, First Served |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Matlin, Thornton | |
Yo, fuck octagon! | |
Don't ask me about that fuckin shit | |
Fuckin ask me about that fuckin shit again!! | |
I ain't doin that type of shit (i ain't doin that shit) | |
You motherfuckers think i'm crazy right? (yeah you crazy) | |
I know, but i am.. | |
I have to show niggaz, word g, i have to blow niggaz | |
Tech 9's, carbines, pointin in your fuckin faces | |
Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em | |
Q his kid left there, with ambulances, by the wheelchair | |
Dangerous action, i'm the movie, i'm the main attraction | |
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn | |
Piss in your mailbox, throw shitty pampers every two blocks | |
Cut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin great flame | |
You fuckin bastard, don't fuck with me, you gettin blasted | |
Niggaz get fucked up, you black niggaz are actin white | |
Your rolex gone, my project's on your airplane flights | |
First time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out | |
Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars | |
Come grab the submachines, joe step to seminars | |
Niggaz with diamonds, armed crackheads, clock y'all rhymin | |
Take your girl's necklace, stare at the cops, lookin reckless | |
Ass on the corner, think you safe workin at warner brothers? | |
Polygram building heard some shots, they want me to chill then | |
Security ran, russell simmons saw me in a black van | |
I ran the tight intersection, and caught a big erection | |
Spinnin on 3rd, lexington, through the fuckin red | |
I'm in manhattan, naked wigs, on my fuckin head | |
Streets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, that's my habits | |
Chorus: dr. dooom and {unknown guest help} | |
Mental case, mental case | |
{man, he be likin campbell's soup, apple jacks | |
Double xl diapers} | |
Mental case, mental case | |
{chocolate milk, porno films | |
Flintstone tablets} | |
Mental case, mental case | |
{roscoe waffles and make them extra soft oh-kay?} +1 | |
{roscoe waffles.. and make them extra soft dude!} +2 | |
{make sure he gets a girl ohkay?} +3 | |
[dr. dooom] | |
Your style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a woman | |
I'm not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast | |
You transvest with small flows, you can't, proper digest | |
You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand | |
I leave you thinkin in your hotels, with pussy stinkin | |
Massengil thrills flow through new york, to hollywood hills | |
Your male flow, i'm wipin asscracks like mop-n-glo | |
Mc's get inserts, thrash style selectin bad words | |
Move with your silk suits, i stomp your mics with combat boots | |
Make up your rap that's feeble, small you think it's major | |
I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager | |
International feedback, i make you twist your knee back | |
I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in teaback's | |
Garter belts on dj's, sportin tryin to spin on felts | |
I see that rugged kid comin through, gimme that screwface | |
He's wearin girdles, your back-up man, sportin pink lace | |
..hey man you better watch your back up in here man | |
They rapin little boys! | |
Chorus | |
[dr. dooom] | |
I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party | |
Your group set up, takin turns, y'all shut the fuck up | |
Walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol's and scratch your butts | |
Stage shows get messed up, you're hardcore, zippin your dress up | |
Move on your projects, new shit, that's how i do shit | |
Word up g, y'all niggaz sound puss, lick my pee-pee veteran nasty | |
Don't even try to fuckin ask me, fax you my phone number | |
I beat you down with steel cans and wood lumber | |
Open your face up, dress you with makeup | |
Have your bitch-made, makin kool-aid with your ass out | |
In a glass house, where convicts wear big dicks | |
Strong niggaz, got your assholes in the mix | |
You need protection for that tight infection | |
Chorus | |
[dr. dooom] | |
You boys comin in hard, i'm the warden | |
You go out soft |
zuo ci : Matlin, Thornton | |
Yo, fuck octagon! | |
Don' t ask me about that fuckin shit | |
Fuckin ask me about that fuckin shit again!! | |
I ain' t doin that type of shit i ain' t doin that shit | |
You motherfuckers think i' m crazy right? yeah you crazy | |
I know, but i am.. | |
I have to show niggaz, word g, i have to blow niggaz | |
Tech 9' s, carbines, pointin in your fuckin faces | |
Thirtyeight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em | |
Q his kid left there, with ambulances, by the wheelchair | |
Dangerous action, i' m the movie, i' m the main attraction | |
Fuck up your front lawn with m m' s, jiffy popcorn | |
Piss in your mailbox, throw shitty pampers every two blocks | |
Cut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin great flame | |
You fuckin bastard, don' t fuck with me, you gettin blasted | |
Niggaz get fucked up, you black niggaz are actin white | |
Your rolex gone, my project' s on your airplane flights | |
First time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out | |
Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars | |
Come grab the submachines, joe step to seminars | |
Niggaz with diamonds, armed crackheads, clock y' all rhymin | |
Take your girl' s necklace, stare at the cops, lookin reckless | |
Ass on the corner, think you safe workin at warner brothers? | |
Polygram building heard some shots, they want me to chill then | |
Security ran, russell simmons saw me in a black van | |
I ran the tight intersection, and caught a big erection | |
Spinnin on 3rd, lexington, through the fuckin red | |
I' m in manhattan, naked wigs, on my fuckin head | |
Streets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, that' s my habits | |
Chorus: dr. dooom and unknown guest help | |
Mental case, mental case | |
man, he be likin campbell' s soup, apple jacks | |
Double xl diapers | |
Mental case, mental case | |
chocolate milk, porno films | |
Flintstone tablets | |
Mental case, mental case | |
roscoe waffles and make them extra soft ohkay? 1 | |
roscoe waffles.. and make them extra soft dude! 2 | |
make sure he gets a girl ohkay? 3 | |
dr. dooom | |
Your style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a woman | |
I' m not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast | |
You transvest with small flows, you can' t, proper digest | |
You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand | |
I leave you thinkin in your hotels, with pussy stinkin | |
Massengil thrills flow through new york, to hollywood hills | |
Your male flow, i' m wipin asscracks like mopnglo | |
Mc' s get inserts, thrash style selectin bad words | |
Move with your silk suits, i stomp your mics with combat boots | |
Make up your rap that' s feeble, small you think it' s major | |
I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager | |
International feedback, i make you twist your knee back | |
I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in teaback' s | |
Garter belts on dj' s, sportin tryin to spin on felts | |
I see that rugged kid comin through, gimme that screwface | |
He' s wearin girdles, your backup man, sportin pink lace | |
.. hey man you better watch your back up in here man | |
They rapin little boys! | |
Chorus | |
dr. dooom | |
I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party | |
Your group set up, takin turns, y' all shut the fuck up | |
Walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol' s and scratch your butts | |
Stage shows get messed up, you' re hardcore, zippin your dress up | |
Move on your projects, new shit, that' s how i do shit | |
Word up g, y' all niggaz sound puss, lick my peepee veteran nasty | |
Don' t even try to fuckin ask me, fax you my phone number | |
I beat you down with steel cans and wood lumber | |
Open your face up, dress you with makeup | |
Have your bitchmade, makin koolaid with your ass out | |
In a glass house, where convicts wear big dicks | |
Strong niggaz, got your assholes in the mix | |
You need protection for that tight infection | |
Chorus | |
dr. dooom | |
You boys comin in hard, i' m the warden | |
You go out soft |
zuò cí : Matlin, Thornton | |
Yo, fuck octagon! | |
Don' t ask me about that fuckin shit | |
Fuckin ask me about that fuckin shit again!! | |
I ain' t doin that type of shit i ain' t doin that shit | |
You motherfuckers think i' m crazy right? yeah you crazy | |
I know, but i am.. | |
I have to show niggaz, word g, i have to blow niggaz | |
Tech 9' s, carbines, pointin in your fuckin faces | |
Thirtyeight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em | |
Q his kid left there, with ambulances, by the wheelchair | |
Dangerous action, i' m the movie, i' m the main attraction | |
Fuck up your front lawn with m m' s, jiffy popcorn | |
Piss in your mailbox, throw shitty pampers every two blocks | |
Cut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin great flame | |
You fuckin bastard, don' t fuck with me, you gettin blasted | |
Niggaz get fucked up, you black niggaz are actin white | |
Your rolex gone, my project' s on your airplane flights | |
First time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out | |
Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars | |
Come grab the submachines, joe step to seminars | |
Niggaz with diamonds, armed crackheads, clock y' all rhymin | |
Take your girl' s necklace, stare at the cops, lookin reckless | |
Ass on the corner, think you safe workin at warner brothers? | |
Polygram building heard some shots, they want me to chill then | |
Security ran, russell simmons saw me in a black van | |
I ran the tight intersection, and caught a big erection | |
Spinnin on 3rd, lexington, through the fuckin red | |
I' m in manhattan, naked wigs, on my fuckin head | |
Streets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, that' s my habits | |
Chorus: dr. dooom and unknown guest help | |
Mental case, mental case | |
man, he be likin campbell' s soup, apple jacks | |
Double xl diapers | |
Mental case, mental case | |
chocolate milk, porno films | |
Flintstone tablets | |
Mental case, mental case | |
roscoe waffles and make them extra soft ohkay? 1 | |
roscoe waffles.. and make them extra soft dude! 2 | |
make sure he gets a girl ohkay? 3 | |
dr. dooom | |
Your style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a woman | |
I' m not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast | |
You transvest with small flows, you can' t, proper digest | |
You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand | |
I leave you thinkin in your hotels, with pussy stinkin | |
Massengil thrills flow through new york, to hollywood hills | |
Your male flow, i' m wipin asscracks like mopnglo | |
Mc' s get inserts, thrash style selectin bad words | |
Move with your silk suits, i stomp your mics with combat boots | |
Make up your rap that' s feeble, small you think it' s major | |
I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager | |
International feedback, i make you twist your knee back | |
I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in teaback' s | |
Garter belts on dj' s, sportin tryin to spin on felts | |
I see that rugged kid comin through, gimme that screwface | |
He' s wearin girdles, your backup man, sportin pink lace | |
.. hey man you better watch your back up in here man | |
They rapin little boys! | |
Chorus | |
dr. dooom | |
I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party | |
Your group set up, takin turns, y' all shut the fuck up | |
Walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol' s and scratch your butts | |
Stage shows get messed up, you' re hardcore, zippin your dress up | |
Move on your projects, new shit, that' s how i do shit | |
Word up g, y' all niggaz sound puss, lick my peepee veteran nasty | |
Don' t even try to fuckin ask me, fax you my phone number | |
I beat you down with steel cans and wood lumber | |
Open your face up, dress you with makeup | |
Have your bitchmade, makin koolaid with your ass out | |
In a glass house, where convicts wear big dicks | |
Strong niggaz, got your assholes in the mix | |
You need protection for that tight infection | |
Chorus | |
dr. dooom | |
You boys comin in hard, i' m the warden | |
You go out soft |