[Dr. Dooom] I'm shoppin right now, my a** off You home writin some bullsh** literature I need to think about you and reconsi-durrrr Your chicks punch they clock, goin out to Vegas to s** co*k You don't know me, I'll swing a machete on your block You can't recognize fly when you see it Youse a b**h that need it You see the size of my f**in bags, you read it How the f** you think you competin? You Monster Zero b**h What side of my a** do you want to kiss? You a starvin artist, tryin to make it to the Grammies With a cheap perfume that smell like piss [Hook] That girl is a mon-storrr She's a chicken grease who*e That girl is a mon-storrr Tell her I don't live there any more [Dr. Dooom] Baby you lookin for A&R, people to back you Where's your hairstyle and beautician? Just because you got a little page with a few bullsh** pictures You think you competition; turn down that funky a** I'd rather take your poodle, and cook him in the kitchen When I urinate you listen; you see the wrists glisten How many pots in your name you got to piss in? Your powdered face, f** you s**~! I make these chicks wash up and get they pubic hair cut I'm the type of motherf**er to spray the bottles of Lysol on your bu*t Watch you close, tryin to steal some sh** I keep my eyeball on your bu*t You emerge from the scene intimidated My flow make you frustrated Steady buyin sh**, I love it cause you hate it You better walk off to a pad, administrate it [Hook] [Dr. Dooom] Walkin back and forth through the corridor Ask me more, the Black & Deck' cut off your jaw Hands sittin like j**elry on the dresser drawer You catch a tour, see your legs by the resevoir With 3 mo'fo' po' orange Troops I'm leathered up with orange goose Nail a b-boy stance in the woods like I'm on forty-deuce Take a picture b**her of D-R Dooom Come to the Days Inn and see our room The Wicked Witch pa** by the window on the broom I'm in the bathrub playin with a raccoon [Hook] - repeat 2X