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