Always Talkin’ Out Your Ass Dr. Dooom

[Dr. Dooom]
Yeah, I've been around the motherfuckin world
The fuck you know?

Yo everybody wanna talk shit, when you make a new album
It's not good as the last one
How many have sold? See all them cheap-ass niggas that review your record
Them suckers with fancy iPods, like a bitch they download
And go on the internet like a booking agent asking you for a free show
They destroyed the goodness like somebody pissin in the snow
A bunch of underground groups, fuckin up the game
Goin out with they ass out and a cheap-ass band
For five hundred a night, that's the reason why hip-hop is dead
Your venue is booked up, with circus clown acts
That perform cheaply, in your local paper
I see the same lame niggas in the Village Voice and the L.A. Weekly
Doin them same bullshit gigs repeatedly
These cats performin for cold cuts and juice backstage
Need to stop immediately
People that can't find your record, stop lyin, and go to Virgin
Otherwise you should cut yourself in the face like a surgeon
Always searchin on the web, like you spend money
When the merchandise show up you got thin money

[Chorus]
Always talkin out yo' ass
{*scratched: "shut the fuck up"*}