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Yeah, you oughta let me go
And finish this album, Dr. Dooom
Name of this track is called 'I Don't Want the Motherfuckin
Whatever all the are we gon' go through
Fuck all the

What the fuck was in your mind you rapped on that track?
Who possessed you to do that? Who programmed that shit sound
Unplug mic, you motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin' hype
Programmed by the company, somethin' cheap

sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo
Makin' asses out of yourselves, tryin' to rap
Suck my dick when you see me, because you wanna be me
Y'all niggaz write like slouches blunts on studio couches
What's up you fuckin'

Your engineer'll cue in your bullshit
That shit sounds simple, look at nigga rhymin' to hisself
Wack as fuck, like shit for one buck
Big crews don't it, y'all get it worse
Which one of y'all motherfuckers is waitin' for the mic

I hope your bitch is in the
Your wife too, that's your fanbase, plus your DJ's in the
I'm about to boo you, let it be fair, when you off-stage
Ninety of the people that came on your guest list
Ain't gon' be

A big disappointment when I rub asshole with a verbal ointment
Rappers actin' hard, nervous in the dressin' with a security guard
Groupies standin' 'round with they fuckin' frowned
like fuckin' Homey the Clown

Put that Spring Water man, you ain't sweatin'
You did a ten minute weak show and you jettin'
Your fans are mad, your was garbage bag
at these videotapes
Walkin' back and grabbin' your nuts like the Planet of the Apes

Supervise it, criticize it, y'all don't realize it, the real guys at
Who's administrating budget when you takin'
That high picture for Right On, with your light on
You know the is kind of special like Lowenbrau
I escort you to your car, you breakout bastards

Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie
After you started, you try to work hard
And you paid no dues like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata
You wack nigga, to act large in the video in Nevada
You fuckin' pink maggot, I'll take mic, you can't have it
You niggaz be runnin' around with ears open like fuckin' bunny

That's right, Dr. Dooom, all you around the world
Sittin' in studios with boys, hypin' your shit up
don't wanna tell you that your shit is wack
Because all yes men

Sittin' around, your roadie cases
Bein' your fuckin' cheerleaders, I'ma tell you
Look in the fuckin' mirror, you wack, that don't sound right
mixdown ain't right, your vocals are too low
Your cadence is off, stage show's weak, fuck you