Mental Case

[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 niggas, word G, I have to blow niggas 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 Niggas get fucked up, you black niggas 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 Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas, 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