Mental Case Lyrics
| Song | Mental Case |
| Artist | Dr. Dooom |
| Album | First Come, First Served |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Matlin, Thornton | |
| 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 niggaz, word g, i have to blow niggaz | |
| Tech 9's, carbines, pointin in your fuckin faces | |
| Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em | |
| Q his 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 | |
| Niggaz get fucked up, you black niggaz are actin white | |
| Your rolex gone, my project's on your airplane flights | |
| First time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out | |
| Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars | |
| Come grab the submachines, joe step to seminars | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| Chorus: dr. dooom and {unknown guest help} | |
| Mental case, mental case | |
| {man, he be likin campbell's soup, apple jacks | |
| Double xl diapers} | |
| Mental case, mental case | |
| {chocolate milk, porno films | |
| Flintstone tablets} | |
| Mental case, mental case | |
| {roscoe waffles and make them extra soft oh-kay?} +1 | |
| {roscoe waffles.. and make them extra soft dude!} +2 | |
| {make sure he gets a girl ohkay?} +3 | |
| [dr. dooom] | |
| Your style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a woman | |
| I'm not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast | |
| You transvest with small flows, you can't, proper digest | |
| You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand | |
| I leave you thinkin in your hotels, with pussy stinkin | |
| Massengil thrills flow through new york, to hollywood hills | |
| Your male flow, i'm wipin asscracks like mop-n-glo | |
| Mc's get inserts, thrash style selectin bad words | |
| Move with your silk suits, i stomp your mics with combat boots | |
| Make up your rap that's feeble, small you think it's major | |
| I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager | |
| International feedback, i make you twist your knee back | |
| I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in teaback's | |
| Garter belts on dj's, sportin tryin to spin on felts | |
| I see that rugged kid comin through, gimme that screwface | |
| He's wearin girdles, your back-up man, sportin pink lace | |
| ..hey man you better watch your back up in here man | |
| They rapin little boys! | |
| Chorus | |
| [dr. dooom] | |
| I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party | |
| Your group set up, takin turns, y'all shut the fuck up | |
| Walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol's and scratch your butts | |
| Stage shows get messed up, you're hardcore, zippin your dress up | |
| Move on your projects, new shit, that's how i do shit | |
| Word up g, y'all niggaz sound puss, lick my pee-pee veteran nasty | |
| Don't even try to fuckin ask me, fax you my phone number | |
| I beat you down with steel cans and wood lumber | |
| Open your face up, dress you with makeup | |
| Have your bitch-made, makin kool-aid with your ass out | |
| In a glass house, where convicts wear big dicks | |
| Strong niggaz, got your assholes in the mix | |
| You need protection for that tight infection | |
| Chorus | |
| [dr. dooom] | |
| You boys comin in hard, i'm the warden | |
| You go out soft |
| zuo ci : Matlin, Thornton | |
| 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 niggaz, word g, i have to blow niggaz | |
| Tech 9' s, carbines, pointin in your fuckin faces | |
| Thirtyeight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em | |
| Q his 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 | |
| Niggaz get fucked up, you black niggaz are actin white | |
| Your rolex gone, my project' s on your airplane flights | |
| First time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out | |
| Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars | |
| Come grab the submachines, joe step to seminars | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| Chorus: dr. dooom and unknown guest help | |
| Mental case, mental case | |
| man, he be likin campbell' s soup, apple jacks | |
| Double xl diapers | |
| Mental case, mental case | |
| chocolate milk, porno films | |
| Flintstone tablets | |
| Mental case, mental case | |
| roscoe waffles and make them extra soft ohkay? 1 | |
| roscoe waffles.. and make them extra soft dude! 2 | |
| make sure he gets a girl ohkay? 3 | |
| dr. dooom | |
| Your style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a woman | |
| I' m not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast | |
| You transvest with small flows, you can' t, proper digest | |
| You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand | |
| I leave you thinkin in your hotels, with pussy stinkin | |
| Massengil thrills flow through new york, to hollywood hills | |
| Your male flow, i' m wipin asscracks like mopnglo | |
| Mc' s get inserts, thrash style selectin bad words | |
| Move with your silk suits, i stomp your mics with combat boots | |
| Make up your rap that' s feeble, small you think it' s major | |
| I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager | |
| International feedback, i make you twist your knee back | |
| I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in teaback' s | |
| Garter belts on dj' s, sportin tryin to spin on felts | |
| I see that rugged kid comin through, gimme that screwface | |
| He' s wearin girdles, your backup man, sportin pink lace | |
| .. hey man you better watch your back up in here man | |
| They rapin little boys! | |
| Chorus | |
| dr. dooom | |
| I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party | |
| Your group set up, takin turns, y' all shut the fuck up | |
| Walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol' s and scratch your butts | |
| Stage shows get messed up, you' re hardcore, zippin your dress up | |
| Move on your projects, new shit, that' s how i do shit | |
| Word up g, y' all niggaz sound puss, lick my peepee veteran nasty | |
| Don' t even try to fuckin ask me, fax you my phone number | |
| I beat you down with steel cans and wood lumber | |
| Open your face up, dress you with makeup | |
| Have your bitchmade, makin koolaid with your ass out | |
| In a glass house, where convicts wear big dicks | |
| Strong niggaz, got your assholes in the mix | |
| You need protection for that tight infection | |
| Chorus | |
| dr. dooom | |
| You boys comin in hard, i' m the warden | |
| You go out soft |
| zuò cí : Matlin, Thornton | |
| 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 niggaz, word g, i have to blow niggaz | |
| Tech 9' s, carbines, pointin in your fuckin faces | |
| Thirtyeight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em | |
| Q his 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 | |
| Niggaz get fucked up, you black niggaz are actin white | |
| Your rolex gone, my project' s on your airplane flights | |
| First time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out | |
| Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars | |
| Come grab the submachines, joe step to seminars | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| Chorus: dr. dooom and unknown guest help | |
| Mental case, mental case | |
| man, he be likin campbell' s soup, apple jacks | |
| Double xl diapers | |
| Mental case, mental case | |
| chocolate milk, porno films | |
| Flintstone tablets | |
| Mental case, mental case | |
| roscoe waffles and make them extra soft ohkay? 1 | |
| roscoe waffles.. and make them extra soft dude! 2 | |
| make sure he gets a girl ohkay? 3 | |
| dr. dooom | |
| Your style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a woman | |
| I' m not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast | |
| You transvest with small flows, you can' t, proper digest | |
| You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand | |
| I leave you thinkin in your hotels, with pussy stinkin | |
| Massengil thrills flow through new york, to hollywood hills | |
| Your male flow, i' m wipin asscracks like mopnglo | |
| Mc' s get inserts, thrash style selectin bad words | |
| Move with your silk suits, i stomp your mics with combat boots | |
| Make up your rap that' s feeble, small you think it' s major | |
| I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager | |
| International feedback, i make you twist your knee back | |
| I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in teaback' s | |
| Garter belts on dj' s, sportin tryin to spin on felts | |
| I see that rugged kid comin through, gimme that screwface | |
| He' s wearin girdles, your backup man, sportin pink lace | |
| .. hey man you better watch your back up in here man | |
| They rapin little boys! | |
| Chorus | |
| dr. dooom | |
| I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party | |
| Your group set up, takin turns, y' all shut the fuck up | |
| Walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol' s and scratch your butts | |
| Stage shows get messed up, you' re hardcore, zippin your dress up | |
| Move on your projects, new shit, that' s how i do shit | |
| Word up g, y' all niggaz sound puss, lick my peepee veteran nasty | |
| Don' t even try to fuckin ask me, fax you my phone number | |
| I beat you down with steel cans and wood lumber | |
| Open your face up, dress you with makeup | |
| Have your bitchmade, makin koolaid with your ass out | |
| In a glass house, where convicts wear big dicks | |
| Strong niggaz, got your assholes in the mix | |
| You need protection for that tight infection | |
| Chorus | |
| dr. dooom | |
| You boys comin in hard, i' m the warden | |
| You go out soft |
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