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[Dr. Octagon]
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A lot of rappers are wack, they cold booty from the buttcrack
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Swingin skills to chill, that's how I pay the bills
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Funk blaster, tweakin bass like I'm Jimmy Castor
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Model H-3-oh-C, plus another thousand
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Kickin lyrics for ASCAP, brothers that be housin
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Splittin publishin, gainin points, rappin back again
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My unique style, and certain words, watch me make em blend
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Manifest vanish, spread out, with computer data
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Suckers don't know, acute intelligence, what's the matter
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Solo fiend, I cut your legs with the guillotine
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Snap back, rip you to some props in your paperback
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Gettin rectums, doin jobs like I'm Dr. Giggles
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Servin em well, I stop their anals up with pickles
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With operation to give, the room an atmosphere
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Cyclops will walk, Frankenstein still standin here
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Watch the hand out the ground, chill
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Chorus: Dr. Octagon (repeat 2X)
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It's wild and crazy..
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The moon is out, tonight it's time for experiments
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It's wild and crazy..
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A fetus in the jar, I got the little baby
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[Dr. Octagon]
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Two o'clock, still dark, my flashlight, huntin suit
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Right in front of your building with live bear every year
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Takin horns, from moose and wild bulls and capricorns
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I got your face in the frame, inside the living room
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While kids watch 13, I'm in the back smokin zoom
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Sesame Street, you play that beat, I'ma step to Pete
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with nuclear bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
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Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
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I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
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Get off the hooks in project style like Bernard Goetz
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What's the matter, kid you scared, come and do the bid
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Inmates'll damage your tapes, you're nervous liftin weights
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I open cell block C, go battle Mr. Silly
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I don't see nothin, I think, they raped the rapper really
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Chorus
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{DJ Q-Bert scratches "I'm the ultimate.." "..emcee!"}
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[Dr. Octagon]
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Walkin streets with shopping carts, a live alligator
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Hold your pitbull back, let's spend some money on the elevator
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Your dog is bound to loose and have a funeral
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You can call landlords, injects on my rent checks
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Bug Man is back, you project people better watch their necks
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Spittin flim-flam, rappers still smokin crack
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Suckers get pantylined, and spots on the hiney crack
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I do much work, on heavy stomachs like Levert
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Put up some money, I bet my tools'll make your rectum hurt
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Black exposed em, for you don't want to mess with me
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I seek in your girl's box, and cover your publicity
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Sequence first, and drop the facts on DAT
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Chorus
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Wild and Crazy
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Dr. Octagon |