Yeah..



You Motherf**kers Oughta Let Me Go And Finish This Motherf**kin Album



Dr. Dooom..



Name Of This Track Is Called "I Don't Want The Motherf**kin Chorus"



Whatever All The Arrangements Are We Gon' Go Through



F**k All The Laws..




What The F**k Was In Your Mind When You Rapped On That Track?



Who Posessed You To Do That? Who Programmed That Shit Sound Wack



Unplug Your Mic



You Motherf**kers Rap Under A Bunch Of F**kin Hype



Programmed By The Company, Makin Somethin Cheap



Vocals Sound Like A Nigga With No Dough And A Promo;



Makin Asses Out Of Yourselves, Tryin To Rap Solo



Suck My Dick When You See Me; Avoid Because You Wanna Be Me



Y'all Niggaz Write Like Slouches Puffin Blunts On Studio Couches



What's Up You F**kin Amateur?



Your Engineer'll Cue In Your Bullshit Cadence



That Shit Sounds Simple; Look At This Nigga Rhymin To Hisself



Wack As F**k, Smell Like Shit For One Buck



Big Crews Don't Want It -- Y'all Get It Worse



Which One Of Y'all Motherf**kers Is Waitin For The Mic First?



I Hope Your Bitch Is In The Audience



Your Wife Too, That's Your Fanbase -- Plus Your DJ's In The Place



I'm About To Boo You, Let It Be Fair; When You Come Off-stage



Ninety Percent Of The People That Came On Your Guest List



Ain't Gon' Be There



A Big Dissapointment When I Rub Your Asshole With A Verbal Ointment



Rappers Actin Hard, Nervous In The Dressin Room



With A Security Guard



Groupies Standin Round With They F**kin Face Frowned



Lookin Like F**kin Homey The Clown



Put That Spring Water Down Man, You Ain't Sweatin



You Motherf**kers Did A Ten Minute Weak Show And You Jettin;



Your Fans Are Mad - Your Performance Was Garbage Bag



Look At These Videotapes



Walk