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Dr. Dooom lyrics - First Come, First Served

Apartment 223

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Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell There is nobody home Apartment 223,(Scratch: I'm very hungry) (3x) Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat I chant while candles burn with robes on You will learn Christian no Hebrew on the the balcony I see you The devils coffin with corpse of course In a mental state earthquake Schitzophrenic eatin' Campbells soup Takin a piss urinalysis test I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof vest Just purchased the charter arms .38 Then you entered the confetti hell gate On the pee(?) floor bloody towels on sculptures Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces Mass murder, should have been in San Quentin I'm doin'life to ten, when I come home you goddamn right I'm goin back again Fuck the drinks on the table While you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel Open your face and pour milk in your forehead Count the bodies, that's four dead Look behind your fuckin' back With the drill bit in your ass crack, EXTREME PRESSURE Teach you a lesson Fuck your confession of evil I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets With hoods like Dracula I walk in back of ya Draggin you stomach parts to McDonalds Drink Absolut bottles and bottles, while you tryin' to fuck with the most exotic models [Chorus] As you see the sign, beware of animals A fuckin wild habitat My living room is the wilderness with spots on my carpet practicing my gun targets Virtual reality is a rough end to yor career set you on fire in a leather chair Using charcoal to broil Rap you jealous eyeballs in aluminum foil Wearin' Masses(masks) on the telephone talkin to your black asses, with stocking caps I reach I'm takin'your ass in a rented van to Venice Beach In a cardboard box Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks Police can't hear you with a dead body tied near you It's hot, I 'm drinkin' soda with a tech-9 sprayin' your fan belt motor Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the hood I pull quick Video tape you in a puddle of blood with razors in your dick With an extra clip I move your torso Spit on you hips With Mac-11 vice grips, surgery is major With my sneakers stompin' on your pager With my cup of Maxwell coffee, I like niggas whose bossy Fuck the critics I press your back Steam burn through your straight leg jeans Soakin your bones out in the washing machine, with tide soap in the laundromat you witness the killing Your man got scared called Riverdale with a baseball hat, took a cab to Hawthorne I know where he's goin' You can't hide in an empty apartment with a matress and no protection, with a New York psycho Bombshells in the Hollywood section I'm pressin bells and bells and bells till you fuckin let me in [Chorus] Follow you on tour like a haunted nightmare Kickin' in your intestines like Rick Flair Standin' by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower and a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank I smash your face in the elestric window, piss on your fenders With my ubbrella up like the Avengers Plead guily in court bring glocks through security x-reays going for the worlds record Shut the fuck up about music, I'm playin' checkers with blood Polo shirts Lookin' at the fireworks on the dirty ass terrace Bones in 'fridgerators spring water and lettuce Fuck it if your jealous Gather crackers with flowers around 'em Keep you eyes around 'em Buck dishes, dial your ambulance I'm on a mission Open up your shin guards in tinfoil Warmin' my bread and Saurkraut while your legs boil Ketchup and Mustard, Fuck voodoo Paint on my face lookin off my roof like Shaka Zulu Surroundin you area for the biggest mass hysteria Muhammed don't (he mad?) While you motherfuckers eat pork I tast real humans on my fork [Chorus x4] [Frankenstien's assistant type voice] You do not see anything on the table? (Chairs squeak against floor) Well wait until I get the box....

Want Fuck Wit Me

LIL' WAYNE "The Carter"
verse 1 i move it from a 8th to a slab/from a slab to a quarter/from a quarter to a half/from a half to a hard one/u do the math it's a hard 1/y i be on the ave. gettin off 1/19 for a soft one/bricks i lofft em catch em they high/if i catch without my scratch im scratchin ya eye/if you catch me without da burna burn me/i beg of you/shoot off da leg of you/and kick ya in da ass/im dying to do/i say im sick with cash/these eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass/you see me straight through the glass house/picnic wagon/you could see it by my bitch face she thick wit ass/get slick/slick/i click click blast on ya bitch ass/squad up shit/click or smash on ya bitch ass/smash on ya bitch ass/now pic the grass up out ya ass/and the caps out ya cap chorus 2x who wanna fuck with me/tell em im waitin for em/who wanna fuck with me/tell em im waitin for em/who wanna fuck with me/i got da blaza for em/who wanna fuck wit me/do you wanna fuck with me. verse 2 hustle boy/sell a nick to ya mom/ill sell a brick out ya house/ill sell a brick to a house/nigga/ill send a clip to ya mouth/back of the gun to ya nose/front of the gun to ya clothes/i let it rip then i bounce/lights off/young teddy pender (teddy pendergrass)is out/mask on/scare da fuck out ya/but ya ass grown/i wasnt born with no silver spoon/but i can heat it in a spoon/and pitch it in a baloon/tunes sittin in ya room/sang for me/but if ya dont give me no tomb/da semi go boom/but if ya dont/hear me/ya fool/da semi go boom/im tryna make moves/but they give me no room/i takes my space/i blaze the haze/take ya ladies face/she give me major face/i sung amazing grace/i was once lost/but now im found/full of them pounds is how im found chorus 2xwho wanna fuck with me/tell em im waitin for em/who wanna fuck with me/tell em im waitin for em/who wanna fuck with me/i got da blaza for em/who wanna fuck with me/do you wanna fuck with me? verse 3 i know how to cook/so i buy it soft/i also sell it soft/dependin the cost/you know thats/shells they toss /defending they boss/ they wife somewhere in the cross/they dentures like floss/ya know i/i/ smell ya talk/and i swear/i know bullshit and pussy and nere afault/yall niggaz/betta gear up for the coming of the boy/from a youngin to a boy/to young boy boy/i dump toys boy/at ya punk boy toys/take a pump out the trunk/take a chunk out a chump/baby what have i done/i created a monster/weezy baby da yungsta/dem no wansta/hell na/i smell yall/didnt know jam master well/but i rocks with my shells on(shell toe adidas)/and the blocks still a hellzone/get a helmet for you and ya gurls dome/i suggest. chorus 2x who wanna fuck with me/tell em im waiting for em/who wanna fuck with me/tell em im waiting for em/who wanna fuck with me i got the blaza for em/who wanna fuck with me/do you wanna fuck with me?


DMX "The Great Depression"
[LL Cool J] Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool Soakin wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool [Redman] Yo what am I, an animal [LL] Cuz I bagged your's too One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly I'm the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke Think I started on the choir singin solo for the pope Tell your mama please, get up off her knees You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens Toes *Kriss Krossed* like she on J. Dupris' team Button your sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired Now I'm lookin for some washed up rapper that I can hire You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong For so glowin, afro pickin S-curl hatin, Jamaican rum sippin [Method Man] Kid I'll burp on your girl buttcheeks [LL] The honey had my nuts like two red beets I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind they won't let me back in Cuz I was down before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund Bruno Samartino, Stan Staziak Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs The top rooster pluckin, chickens when I'm cluckin WWF stands for When and Where we Fuckin Fuhgidabowdit Yo kid Fuhgidabowdit Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit Eh, Fuhgidabowdit [Redman] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I'm like Menace II Society I roll through the drive thru like Kane Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too See my boys down the ride crack patience too Bricks, walk around, snorkel down Maccaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house Transportin out, the poison in 'em Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners [Method Man] And them niggas that ran... [Redman] My goal's to get 'em With the heat seekin flow wit, fo' antennas Doc's Da Name, that's why y'all fuck wit me I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with D Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection sticka Check the pen, I write like a X was in 'em Teeth grittin, I brawl wit a major league mitten [Meth] Where the stash at [Red] Yo, yo, punk, M takin me wit him Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit Yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit [Method Man] Yo, this be the Cool J function, music get my blood pumpin Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to somethin Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back frontin They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion You know my name, so there's no need for introduction I'm Mr. Done it all, so none of y'all can do me nothing Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin til the honey come Backs get blown, trash get thrown In headlocks, from this view, I'm fuckin Star Jones I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the Grammy [Redman] Yo, he use it as an ashtray now [Method] Niggas can't stand or understand me, yeah Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit shitty draws What's that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip I can't smoke wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip... Fuhgidabowdit Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, what the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Uh, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo dog, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] Bitches can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] Still pullin out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] [DMX] The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em somethin Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the streets you frontin I never liked you, and you, I don't know So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon dust you If you can't pick that afro, I'm gon bust you Walkin like you was a lil nigga cuz you is And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids Crackin niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why You guys will live while everybody else'll starve That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold Break a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo' Now you layin somewhere cold, stiff as shit And all that riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch Fuhgidabowdit


KURUPT "Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha"
Hook: 2x Rock the beat Rock the beat This is for my killas That shoot tequilla con cigarillos while they ride out to the club To get their freak on(Rock the beat) To get their creep on(Rock the beat) To get their drink on(Rock the beat) To get their smoke on(Rock the beat) Verse 1: Kurupt Blaze up Blaze up All the homies bang Round up all the little locs, high as the sky Smash and mash your body, just another day Real high until your pistols reach the sky Quarter pound of bomb, quarter pound of bud 'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't never gonna change So fuck where you from Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb, when I trip then unload the clip Not giving a fuck is the motto Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows(nigga) And I'm first to launch off the hallow heads nigga Hit the liquor store for sure Right after I unload the forty-four(four, four) Hook: 2x Verse 2: T-Moe Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures Make a nigga feel bigger Cap pealer for the soldiers Make a nigga feel older And another gift from a sweet lick, to a cheap trick That's all a nigga get, 'cause it get rich Overnight flight to the top, first class Miss lady got a nice ass(ew shit) Fast as you want to be Lady just follow me I'm a southwest G Team with Kurupt Straight giving a fuck I will make a tick know what's up, blowin up Finish up when I bust a nut I'm in your girl's guts screaming, keepin her feining Had to put her on my team and fuck dreaming Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag Acting all bad, make me mad So be the first to blast Miss Niva(Niva, Niva) Hook: 2x Verse 3: Kurupt We, organized the killings, don't be playin the plots Come around here and you will get shot Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block Pop, pop one of they homies drop I told y'all niggas never to come around here Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no fear Ain't nobody hard whether it's day or dark Like the fourth of July when the candles spark Always knew what I wanted to see That's having big paper have many g's Ain't nothing but killers hanging with me Blast any nigga who step to me Verse 4: Daz We will take your shit Whoop your ass Fuck your bitch Never thought it would happen but it did, you trick Y'all niggas can't fuck with this Hook: 2x

Got Em Fiendin'

(feat. Big Ed, Master P) [Intro:] A little something something. Lights, camera, action. [Hook:] One for the G's two to make them jump Three for the hoes tha be fiedin' for this ghetto funk Got 'em fiendin' for the ghetto funk Got 'em fiendin' for the ghetto fuk [x2] [Master P:] Alize whipped up cranked up ouee Got two freaks in the jacuzze Wanna do me, me and my homie I ain't trippin' on a motherfuckin' roni Hit the club start bumpin' jumpin' Gat in my drawers and a nigga still humpin' On this hoe but the bitch can't fee the gat TRU niggas and you know we fully strapped Hit the nigga talk shit put they light out Otherwords X niggas out like whiteout Roll through the town mob with my niggas deep Don't give a fuck about those hoes or the police Got a bee pe on my way to the telly Stop and get some lobster and steak to feel the belly Hit the liquor store gots to pick up some gin & juice Cause you know I got to have my 80 proof Dank smoke comin' out the windows Hit the side show bust a nigga in a Pinto Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party (what) It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party [Hook (x2)] [Silkk The Shocker:] Hotel motel Holiday Inn I'm about to fuck me a girl but I'm gonna fuck her friend Now you know um what you came to do I be TRU baby don't believe the hype You know it ain't about me and you Now if you down with O.P.P. yeah you know me It ain't no fun if my homies can't have none Now we share skirt like air frankly I don't care I hits and run and then I'm up outta there Now um, baby lately you can't get with me If (we don't love them hoes) it'all all about my business Now I really do't care what you like and what you don't Cause um, The only think I'm trying to is get you drunk Now I'm a diver but I don't skinny dip, now picture this A skinny nigger between the hips and I'm about to dip Off in the traffic smilin' and laughin' I met that I had that we did that I done that [Hook] [Big Ed:] Bouncin' to the party I just got payed I'm looking for th finest hoe so I can get layed I done see more ass than any gynocologist Smooth like a prism Got my B and my masters in this playerism No more then 5 minutes, a chocolate bunny Now I though she was a fiend cause she wants to suck my dick with honey Well baby let's discuss this My name is Big Ed and a nigga get more dick then buckets See I'm flowin' got more pipe than any plummer I hit 'em like a monsoon cause a nigga hits like thunder And I got one creamin' like a Twinkie I'm a bad man ask a girl and her best friend I like to bend them Then I slide on in so if you down with foreplay give me a signal See I'm true to the game I hit you sister your mama and your daughter to me it's the same

You Mean I'm Not?

KORN "Untouchables"
Woke up, didn't choke up Saw my AK, it was broke up Put it together like a jigsaw Got my nine and my rambo knife off the floor Went to the bathroom and beat the rush 'Yo who the fuck used my toothbrush' Went to my sister's room, 'Yo, bitch wake up' 'You stupid ass, dirty ass, nasty ass slut' Shot her in the leg, shot her in the thigh Kicked her in the pussy, and punched her in the eye Slapped her in the head, stepped on her cord Don't fuck around bitch word is bond Went downstairs to eat with my folks 'Ma... you broke the fuckin' egg yolk' Punched her in the chest, got on her cheek Then I made her scream like the bitch was a thief Knee to the pussy, kick to the skull AK yo I shot the bitch in the temple Pops' got mad cuz Mom got licked I didn't give a fuck so I shot 'em in the dick Hungry ass fuck, said my grace Pop kept screamin' so I shot him in the face Ate my food found my coat Mail man came so I cut his mutha-fuckin' throat Waiting for the mutha-fuckin' school bus... I had a dream that I was hard.....

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