Yeah, for the mother***kin 2000
In this mother
Straight from Houston, Tex
The mother***kin Dr. Dooom

I'm shuttin rappers down like Guiliani shut down strip clubs
Turnin your fake gangster hardcore stories
Into some Mickey Mouse, Teletubbies ****
Y'all *****z need to quit, stop pullin your silicone ***s
And this city is my town
Don't even ***kin tryin to say a fly rhyme
I'm holdin possessions you don't own
And your cellular phone don't even ***kin roam
Y'all got the nerve to be standin in the hot rap zone
Against somethin you can't afford
Rappers be soundin bored at the show
I need to start pullin your *****-*** ***kin extension cord
Suckers be fakers, ATM pullin frauds
I'm sendin two men, out to boo men
Quick to get to y'all *****z like Western Union
I'm comin like the fax machine
I pour it on your whole team
Y'all *****z ain't got time to scheme
I'm out to shatter your ***kin rap dreams

Top to bottom, any angle, whatever your ******** mind think
Your words gon' tangle
Sound like **** on a Tascan mix
A bunch of y'all tracks need to be fixed
Professionally, you sound like the dog Toto
When I see Flex, I'm a ask him
Why he playin a lot of records from a bunch of ****s
With feminine vocals
I catch *****z when clubs are packed, rubbin elbows
Tryin to whisper **** in ugly *****es earlobes
Dr. Dooom callin wack *****z houses from the Radisson hotel room

Penthouse suites, ***** *****z get 911 beeps
I'm always hearin more softest MC's talk **** about the streets
***k your seedy impression of pain
Ninety-nine percent of your **** was normal
One percent sound strange
AandR's be suckin a lot of ****
And spreadin they *** cheeks to get the hits

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up

You couldn't rap with me if we was twins stuck together
You be the deformed one, catchin the warm one
I pay a crack head five dollars
To ***k up your million dollar marketing plan
With a brand new sub-machine gun
And a hot dog, on a Yankee Stadium bun
First cl*** rates, hire Wall Street messengers
To move your antique rap styles in milk crates
Special delivery for all you mother***kers
Sportin hard boots with ashy faces tryin to get with me
Y'all suckers is amateurs, gettin ***ked up the ***holes
By the top worst managers

On the publishin deal, wipe my ******s off your Ampex reels
No games to be played, you lookin ***kin jiggy
MC's with collared shirts and shoes tryin to duplicate Biggie
No matter where, you only got one pair
Alligators don't match with them ***kin flares
Who's doin your dress code, some old stank *****
With mascara touchin up your face on the road
You feelin healthier, your rap audience
Is only New York to Philadelphia
Baltimore never even heard your ***kin metaphor
Shut the ***k up, put your buck up, look at the ****s you suck up
Maximum *** thoughts, you ***kin get crushed
Like the five o'clock train rush, sweaty as a mother***ker
The best rapper can lick my ***
I make your girl pick me up lick my ***** in your E-cl***
Leave my diapers moist in the back seat of your Rolls Royce
Stop your whole organization on Park Avenue and start laughin at you

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat

You ain't the top rap in the country
New jacks, you should a knew that
From experience, you couldn't write from the beginnin
Bookin studio time, with some scramblin concert **** on your mind
Who's crowd, the Blues feel my news
Accurately in New York City
There's a thousand mother***kers tryin to rap and look pretty
Save it for David
Take that mother***kin rented ride back to Avis
When it come to rap I'm the big mother***ker on the pay list
Ridin the Amtrak, lookin at Billboard
You need to be hung on a steel cord
Sittin next to a Doberman, **** in Harlem
Any poodles on the mic, we gon' stop em

I'm in the dressin room with the average *****
Lookin like Halle Berry, rubbin my nuts
My fingers all up in her guts
Watchin Monday Night Football with my **** all up in her butt
MC's stand away when I pull out my mitt put your hand away
Most of these fake hard rappers never seen the projects
Live in ***kin Pesquateway
Scared, palm that away
Why don't you *******s move back in the metro area
The Marriott is the spot
Where the pros***utes lick your Rolex watch
Left you naked out with your stomach out
Hangin out with cocaine on the dresser
With a Puerto Rican girl with HIV from Park Chester
You sniffin that **** again
Souped up from the neck up from the butt crack up
You need a ***kin checkup

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up the street, with bare feet, eatin raw steak meat