Yeah For The Motherf**kin 2000



In This Mother



Straight From Houston Tex



The Motherf**kin Dr. Dooom




I'm Shuttin Rappers Down Like Guiliani Shut Down Strip Clubs



Turnin Your Fake Gangster Hardcore Stories



Into Some Mickey Mouse Teletubbies Shit



Y'all Niggaz Need To Quit Stop Pullin Your Silicone Tits



And This City Is My Town



Don't Even F**kin Tryin To Say A Fly Rhyme



I'm Holdin Posessions You Don't Own



And Your Cellular Phone Don't Even F**kin Roam



Y'all Got The Nerve To Be Standin In The Hot Rap Zone



Against Somethin You Can't Afford



Rappers Be Soundin Bored At The Show



I Need To Start Pullin Your Bitch-ass F**kin Extension Cord



Suckers Be Fakers, ATM Pullin Frauds



I'm Sendin Two Men, Out To Boo Men



Quick To Get To Y'all Niggaz Like Western Union



I'm Comin Like The Fax Machine



I Pour It On Your Whole Team



Y'all Niggaz Ain't Got Time To Scheme



I'm Out To Shatter Your F**kin Rap Dreams



Top To Bottom, Any Angle, Whatever Your Bullshit Mind Think



Your Words Gon' Tangle



Sound Like Shit On A Tascan Mix



A Bunch Of Y'all Tracks Need To Be Fixed



Professionally, You Sound Like The Dog Toto



When I See Flex, I'ma Ask Him



Why He Playin A Lot Of Records From A Bunch Of Homos



With Feminine Vocals



I Catch Niggaz When Clubs Are Packed, Rubbin Elbows



Tryin To Whisper Shit In Ugly Bitches Earlobes



Dr. Dooom Callin Wack Niggaz Houses From The Radisson Hotel Room



Penthouse Suites, Bitch Niggaz Get 911 Beeps



I'm Always Hearin More Softest MC's Talk Shit About The Streets



F**k Your Seedy Impression Of Pain



Ninety-nine Percent Of Your Shit Was Normal,



One Percent Sound Strange