Mental Case Dr. Dooom

[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
TEC-9s, Carbines—pointin' in your fuckin' faces
.38 Magnum-butcher knife, man, watch me stab 'em
Jewish 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 actin white
Your Rolex gone, my project's on your airplane flights
First time you check out, baggage claim will blow 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