I Run Rap

[Dr. Dooom] Yeah Number one MC in the world, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom Straight out of solitary I got the block locked down Transfer me to conquer in the Pelican Bay You don't want to step in my cell I eat your ass for real Even veterans go out with tight pants and lipstick Most rappers flex up, they vexed up, they actin hard Attendin Catholic school at mom's house, they soft as lard They roll in packs, carryin yo-yo's, and balls and jacks That kid you peeped it, his boys wearin Victoria's Secret Mean mugs get crushed up, your bra's showin, pickin dust up You light your trees up, I'm just the man to skin yo' knees up Walk behind you, tuck your stomach in, I redesign you Urgent emergency, your girl is cryin, they can't find you I move with bowling ball bags, you try to ask for Zig-Zags You got your panties on with wigs on, why'all playin tag Walkin in tough kid, your girdle's showin, watch your doo-rag G-strings get touched, watch your skid marks like Starsky and Hutch why'all scope erections, while rappers run to different sections I ride in limos pull your thongs in, from here to Wisconsin Droppin this A-bomb make, tough MC's, put on Avon Eject your wigs in Hunts Point, your pumps in truckers rigs Chorus: repeat 4X I'm the man of the hour Watchin girls takin a shower I run rap, tell MC's to watch their back [Dr. Dooom] Rappers with panty-liners, rent cars, with no recliners I get ill, serve the best MC's with Massengil While crowds chill, take your haltertops, down to Big Bill Right on your mic stand, your flower shorts, you've been hurt Male with a dildo, your ass is low, call policemen Three million rappers on labels, sportin skirts release men I teach men, pull my pants down, piss on each men Frustrate the rectums on the night flight, I cruise on East and look at your contracts, while Vaseline, smears your buttcrack I counteract tracks, while you ate rhymes smokin crack Skinny kid two pounds, with phony legs, bustin two rounds That man is slinky, jacks off, and rappers host his Twinkie Underarm smell, keep the mics warm, why'all shirts is stinky Panties look great on you with wedding rings around your pinkie Now stop BS then cut your weight down, you'd be like Vester Facin your whole crew, with cardinals on like Uncle Fester Lo-lo-lo-Lopez, your moms call me Frankie Sanchez On deck with penis out, pine tar like Tony Perez Big battin average, send your girlfriend out, tossin salad I run rap, tell MC's to watch their back Chorus [Dr. Dooom] Rappers get maxi-pads and O.B., their time of the month No time for phone calls from tough guys, why'all puff them blunts Some serious stretch marks, cock-diesel MC's end up pregnant Nine months in time stuck, you rhyme, grabbin inmates jock Sportin your white dress, with Timberlands, you try to impress Petrol with bulletproof vest, your man is havin incest Knock up your celldon, your big group, they roll with Alvin Drag queen on Front Street, program, all your SP-12 beats why'all roll up dust, smokin PCP, I come with big heat why'all run why'all knowledge down, send your Rolex down to Big Pete Lipstick is smeared on, your Pele shirt, get your fear on Hard rappers with stockings and tunafish, smell like Starkist I call him Miss, rappers tampons, I bought it for Christmas I call you Anna make you sniff balls, back to Atlanta Change all your grammar and have you call home, bleedin to Grandma I run rap, tell MC's to watch their back [Chorus] [Dr. Dooom] That's right When you see in the mess hall All new jacks, even if you're old, give me that respect YouknowhatI'msayin? You might get neglected That's right, send me all the commisary Battlin me ain't necessary