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[Dr. Octagon]
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With yellow eyes, my green face, my pink and white afro
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I'm no toy kid, your style is made by Hasbro
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G'niff gnapp, you think you got that real hip-hop
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I saw the chart so quickly, watched your album flop
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I'm Doctor Octo, curlin waste, tourin rhinos
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Liftin horses, throwin cows at your fake forces
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You know my gold style, rabbit fur coat style
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You be freezin with the flu watch you keep sneezin
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Like Breezly Brewin, your style I'ma have to ruin
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Chop up your tactics, you gimmick groups need to practice
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You be there, like Michael Jackson in my atmosphere
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Gerbils for rectums, I break you off like Richard Gere
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I'm so fantastic, your metal fist is still plastic
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Compelled with no threats, your rhymes bounce off my shield
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New York City, California, roll my Ampex reel
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No corny loops and assemble with Timberland boots
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I'm strictly monster with turtlenecks like Frankenstein
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Drop that mic kid, you lost, so that ass is mine
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Chorus: Dr. Octagon
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I get real raw -- change arrangements on your face (3X)
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Superspeed... flowin!
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{Kool Keith samples are scratched and repeated}
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[Dr. Octagon]
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Doctor Octo, mental disorder, person in alias
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Fifty-five-six computer tracks on your ass cracks
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Therapy patient ignored your rhymes in the train station
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You don't want none, the vomit's on your cinnamon bun
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You still rappin in the city talkin pig latin
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In fact you no test, you tired man, won't you rest?
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Take that sleep with NoDoz, that common style is cheap
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You bought your mic cord, payola scams the Billboard
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Slots that's not hot you settle for the nuts you got
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Record releases, your crew is wack like chocolate Reese's
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Urine stains are spread out, fly colours on your brains
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You beware, orangutangs tappin on your window
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Bulls and coyotes, while roaches walk around your poodle
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Like Shakespeare, genius thoughts pumpin every year
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MC's know, retire quick rap like ?? ??
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Josie Merriweather with blocks on your skin is clever
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Upright direction, I battle any yeast infection
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Put missiles to work, my needles in your midsection
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Hold upright, I burn your anus with the purple light
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Use up your power, make phone calls for an hour
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Chorus: Dr. Octagon
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I get real raw -- change arrangements on your face (4X)
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{double tempo and fast scratching}
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{scratching slows and continues to over Keith samples}
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{Keith samples end song}
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Real Raw
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