Dr Dooom Kool Keith lyrics
Dr Dooom Kool Keith lyrics
"Mental Case Lyrics"
Dr. Dooom]
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
While Easy Sleeps Away Lyrics
Calm down baby, don't you stray now As good fortune walks away It's important on the other side What you do today You know you can go on And nothing can go wrong But I keep remembering... Who used to know? Who used to go? You used to say Easy come while easy slips away Heaven knows how hard the change is It's all left up to you You can buy a place in paradise With such a poignant view Now everything that was Is nothing more than los
bodyguards, fast start with razor scars Calm down baby, don't you stray now As good fortune walks away It's important on the other side What you do today You know you can go on And nothing can go wrong But I keep remembering... Who used to know? Who used to go? You used to say Easy come while easy slips away Heaven knows how hard the change is It's all left up to you You can buy a place in paradise With such a poignant view Now everything that was Is nothing more than los
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
Favorite Adventure Lyrics
There you are Your beauty consoles me I've gone far And I almost didnt find you And I almost lived without you There is nothing in this world Id rather do Than live in you Here we go, Our favorite adventure You should know I was never more complete And I never thought Id see The meaning of my life Wrapped in you Next to me If you ever fear Someday we might lose this Come back here To this moment that will la
soft DUDE!} +2 There you are Your beauty consoles me I've gone far And I almost didnt find you And I almost lived without you There is nothing in this world Id rather do Than live in you Here we go, Our favorite adventure You should know I was never more complete And I never thought Id see The meaning of my life Wrapped in you Next to me If you ever fear Someday we might lose this Come back here To this moment that will la
{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 ma
In the Year Lyrics
winter came by my bedroom today falling in rows and covering the lane morning shone on my windows today passing the time I slumber away to kill all the day stumbling up at one and put the kettle on but wher's the coffee gone in the afternoon I put the TV on but where's the drama gone in the afternoon and time is all that passes someone came by my bedroom today swaying around, then silently away someone left home and my bedroom today left by the time I slumbered
n, sportin pink lace winter came by my bedroom today falling in rows and covering the lane morning shone on my windows today passing the time I slumber away to kill all the day stumbling up at one and put the kettle on but wher's the coffee gone in the afternoon I put the TV on but where's the drama gone in the afternoon and time is all that passes someone came by my bedroom today swaying around, then silently away someone left home and my bedroom today left by the time I slumbered
..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