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{DJ Q-Bert scratches "right, now here we go"} [Dr. Octagon] |
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A lot of rappers are wack, they cold booty from the buttcrack |
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Swingin skills to chill, that's how |
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I pay the bills |
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Funk blaster, tweakin bass like |
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I'm Jimmy |
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Castor Model |
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H-3-oh-C, plus another thousand |
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Kickin lyrics for |
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ASCAP, brothers that be housin |
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Splittin publishin, gainin points, rappin back again |
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My unique style, and certain words, watch me make em blend |
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Manifest vanish, spread out, with computer data |
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Suckers don't know, acute intelligence, what's the matter |
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Solo fiend, |
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I cut your legs with the guillotine |
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Snap back, rip you to some props in your paperback |
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Gettin rectums, doin jobs like |
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I'm Dr. Giggles |
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Servin em well, |
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I stop their anals up with pickles |
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With operation to give, the room an atmosphere |
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Cyclops will walk, |
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Frankenstein still standin here |
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Watch the hand out the ground, chill |
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Chorus: Dr. |
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Octagon (repeat 2X) |
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It's wild and crazy.. |
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The moon is out, tonight it's time for experiments |
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It's wild and crazy.. |
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A fetus in the jar, |
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I got the little baby [Dr. Octagon] |
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Two o'clock, still dark, my flashlight, huntin suit |
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Right in front of your building with live bear every year |
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Takin horns, from moose and wild bulls and capricorns |
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I got your face in the frame, inside the living room |
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While kids watch 13, |
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I'm in the back smokin zoom |
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Sesame Street, you play that beat, |
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I'ma step to |
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Pete with nuclear bombs, and word to mom, |
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I'ma blow his arms |
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Charter arms |
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I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps |
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Get off the hooks in project style like |
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Bernard Goetz |
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What's the matter, kid you scared, come and do the bid |
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Inmates'll damage your tapes, you're nervous liftin weights |
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I open cell block |
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C, go battle |
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Mr. Silly |
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I don't see nothin, |
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I think, they raped the rapper really |
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Chorus {DJ |
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Q-Bert scratches "Ultra x 3 Ultramagnetic Mc [Dr. Octagon] Walkin streets with shopping carts, a live alligator Hold your pitbull back, let's spend some money on the elevator Your dog is bound to loose and have a funeral You can call landlords, injects on my rent checks Bug Man is back, you project people better watch their necks Spittin flim-flam, rappers still smokin crack Suckers get pantylined, and spots on the hiney crack I do much work, on heavy stomachs like Levert Put up some money, I bet my tools'll make your rectum hurt Black exposed em, for you don't want to mess with me I seek in your girl's box, and cover your publicity Sequence first, and drop the facts on DAT Chorus |
