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dr dooom - mental case lyrics

yo, f-ck octagon
don’t ask me about that f-ckin sh-t
f-ckin ask me about that f-ckin sh-t again
i ain’t doin that type of sh-t (i ain’t doin that sh-t)
you motherf-ckers think i’m crazy right? (yeah you crazy)
i know, but i am

i have to show n-gg-z, word g, i have to blow n-gg-z
tech 9’s, carbines, pointin in your f-ckin 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
f-ck up your front lawn with m’n’m’s, jiffy popcorn
p-ss in your mailbox, throw sh-tty pampers every two blocks
cut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin great flame
you f-ckin b-st-rd, don’t f-ck with me, you gettin blasted
n-gg-z get f-cked up, you black n-gg-z 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 sub machines, joe step to seminars
n-gg-z with diamonds, armed crack heads, clock y’all rhymin
take your girl’s necklace, stare at the cops, lookin reckless
-ss 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 f-ckin red
i’m in manhattan, naked wigs, on my f-ckin head
streets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, that’s my habits

mental case, mental case
{man, he be likin campbell’s soup, apple jacks
double xl diapers}
mental case, mental case
{chocolate milk, p-rno films
flintstone tablets}
mental case, mental case
{roscoe waffles and make them extra soft okay?}
{roscoe waffles and make them extra soft okay?}
{roscoe waffles and make them extra soft dude!}
{roscoe waffles and make them extra soft dude!}
{roscoe waffles and make them extra soft dude!}
{make sure he gets a girl okay?}
{make sure he gets a girl okay?}
{make sure he gets a girl okay?}
{make sure he gets a girl okay?}

your style is b-tch kid, you f-cked 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 p-ssy stinkin
m-ssengil thrills flow through new york, to hollywood hills
your male flow, i’m wipin -sscracks 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 r-ct-m 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 tea back’s
garter belts on dj’s, sportin tryin to spin on felts
i see that rugged kid comin through, gimme that screw face
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

i stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party
your group set up, takin turns, y’all shut the f-ck up
walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol’s and scratch your b-tts
stage shows get messed up, you’re hardcore, zippin your dress up
move on your projects, new sh-t, that’s how i do sh-t
word up g, y’all n-gg-z sound p-ss, lick my pee-pee veteran nasty
don’t even try to f-ckin 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 b-tch-made, makin kool-aid with your -ss out
in a gl-ss house, where convicts wear big d-cks
strong n-gg-z, got your -ssholes in the mix
you need protection for that tight infection

you boys comin in hard, i’m the warden
you go out soft

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