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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 ass 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
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I’m the man of the hour
Watchin girls takin a shower
I run rap, tell MC’s to watch they back
Rappers with panty-liners, rent cars, with no recliners
I get ill, serve the best MC’s with Massengill
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 dildo, your ass 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 buttcrack
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
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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, cock-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
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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