First Come, First Served

Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Dr. dooom..
Name of this track is called "i don't want the motherfuckin chorus"
Whatever all the arrangements are we gon' go through
Fuck all the laws..

What the fuck 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 motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin 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 fuckin amateur?
Your engineer'll cue in your bullshit cadence
That shit sounds simple; look at this nigga rhymin to hisself
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck
Big crews don't want it -- y'all get it worse
Which one of y'all motherfuckers 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 fuckin face frowned
Lookin like fuckin homey the clown
Put that spring water down man, you ain't sweatin
You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin;
Your fans are mad - your performance was garbage bag
Look at these videotapes
Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts like the planet of the apes
Supervise it, criticize it, y'all don't realize it
Where the real guys at
Who's administrating your budget when you takin
That high picture for right on with your ballroom light on
You know the night is kind of special like lauryn bro
When i escort you to your car, you breakout bastards
Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie season
After you first started
You try to work hard and you never paid no dues
Like cold crush and afrika bambaata
You wack nigga, tryin to act large in the video in nevada
You fuckin pink maggot; i'll take your mic, you can't have it
You niggaz be runnin around with ears open like fuckin bunny rabbits

That's right, dr. dooom
All you motherfuckers around the world sittin in studios with your boys
Hypin your shit up
Motherfuckers don't wanna tell you that your shit is wack
Because they all yes men
Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases
Bein your fuckin cheerleaders
I'ma tell you straight, look in the fuckin mirror, you wack
That shit don't sound right, your mixdown ain't right
Your vocals are too low.. your fuckin cadence is off
Stage show's weak.. fuck you!

South bronx, new york
(evil laughter)

Chorus: x3
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)

Verse one:
I heard your cd is wack wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth
I live your ass ?erect? and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hypeman sound like a bitch that switch
Y'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch
Yo tnt these niggas acting wild like they homo
But they trying to see me fuck it i'm a pull up in a ford van
Let these niggas know i'm a give em a permanent suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch smith and wesson
Dr. doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a fucking
Bomb
I'm a move the tattoos off all these mcs
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese
Uncle black got a new sawed-off
When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off
Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust
I'm a send tony lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus
In a yellow caprice classic
I got a wig on them city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us
Jay and john with fifty cousins from the bolding family
We ?roll and amp? g
The fuck y'all talking about
I'm moving a different route
Grab the carbines from under the couch
See you on the ferris wheel at coney island
I'm not gon' be smiling
Magnum waiting for your ass
Yall gon' see my face, fuck a mask
(evil laughter)

Chorus: x4

Verse two:

Smearing your mailbox
With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from the deli
Black shoe polish on your glass table i'm ready and able
Going on the roof
When the pay-per-view fight come on click off the cable
Harass you to move
Leaving ?poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool
While you scream fuck you
I'm a cross the street eating popeye's cajun rice
In a station wagon with hot beans
Taking a coffee break back in the house
Giving your chihuahuas
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of quaker state
Leaving the front room
Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boom
Watching the mets putting shit on your tv sets
In the shower
You won't be able to watch a program with remote controls
For seventy hours check out your sore ribs
The screen is gritty
Everybody's starting to look green on rap city
Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks
To a retarded kid in a wheel-chair
Coming up the street
Walking up the main avenue
I'm passing you
With a leather coat that looks similar to yours
Fuck you
You looking at me
I'm a start walking behind you
Act like i'm pantomiming you
Talking to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(what's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)

Chorus: x4

Is it live, live, live, live, live

Hey baby
This the one dr. dooom
Still love you cause you ain't plastic
Makin them peanut butter sandwiches
Babies cryin, runnin around with dirty diapers
The way you used to make the kool-aid
With the weave all in your hair
Even some droppin down in my soup
I could excuse that..

It's welfare love, section eight! (4x)

Girl we been through a lot
Every season i used to bug you out on the couch
For different reasons, you thought i was crazy
Catchin a greyhound bus down south
Collectin lightning bugs and bring a dead mouse in the house
Holdin a fortune with a jar of termites
I used to blast the delphonics in a glowing room with black lights
Colt 45 had me sportin a wig like billy dee
I was a melle mel fan, always bumpin run-d.m.c.
We stuck together when one of my parakeets died
You broke down and cried, for the love of animals
I used to always cut the legs off a roach
See if he'll stay there on a piece of tissue
And give him a piece of toast
That morning, he would wake up and be gone
What, the insect had a ambulance?
As a little boy eatin ice cream in the cold project apartment
I used to see rats dance, my aunt used to lay down the poison
And say, "y'all makin too much noise and.."
(too much noise and.. oh, too much!)

It's welfare love, section eight! (4x)

Grabbing crackers out the 'fridgerator
I was a terrible masturbator
I was looking at black tail and penthouse
Since i was in a incubator
With similak aimin my bottle at a fine nurse's ass-crack
It was a pleasure to collect ants
Havin em in my billy the kid pants
Allergic to chocolate, chewin oreo's and i couldn't stop it
I remember the days when king vitamin was in the supermarket
Kool-aid was syrupy, my mom used to make it real slurpy
Don't believe in santa claus
They had a dope peacoat filled with mothballs
Lint everywhere, with utz chips livin deboinairre
Fly girls with onion rings on the staircase
I had pro keds with lee suits
Always used to stare in your face
Take you on the roof, check out my pigeon coop
Dressed up like dracula
Eatin a slice of pizza on your stoop
Neighbors knew i was a nerdy
On the bronx streets i was 7:30
Girls you was infatuated with my quarter fill
(hey baby, check this out)

It's welfare love, section eight! (4x)

Yeah.. it's welfare love
You look so beautiful baby.. welfare love
With your long hair.. welfare love
The way you got it done..
Sewed in.. welfare love
Babies walkin around cryin.. section eight, section eight
Food all over the floor..
The kitchen sink, messed up.. wel-fare love!
It's that old ghetto smell
In the house..
People comin over to bottow sugar
That's the way i like it
Cereal all over the floor

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....

[dr. dooom]
Yo, fuck octagon!
Don't ask me about that fuckin shit
Fuckin ask me about that fuckin shit again!!
I ain't doin that type of shit (i ain't doin that shit)
You motherfuckers think i'm crazy right? (yeah you crazy)
I know, but i am..

I have to show niggaz, word g, i have to blow niggaz
Tech 9's, carbines, pointin in your fuckin faces
Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em
Q his kid left there, with ambulances, by the wheelchair
Dangerous action, i'm the movie, i'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your mailbox, throw shitty pampers every two blocks
Cut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin great flame
You fuckin bastard, don't fuck with me, you gettin blasted
Niggaz get fucked up, you black niggaz are actin white
Your rolex gone, my project's on your airplane flights
First time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out
Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars
Come grab the submachines, joe step to seminars
Niggaz with diamonds, armed crackheads, clock y'all rhymin
Take your girl's necklace, stare at the cops, lookin reckless
Ass on the corner, think you safe workin at warner brothers?
Polygram building heard some shots, they want me to chill then
Security ran, russell simmons saw me in a black van
I ran the tight intersection, and caught a big erection
Spinnin on 3rd, lexington, through the fuckin red
I'm in manhattan, naked wigs, on my fuckin head
Streets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, that's my habits

Chorus: dr. dooom and {unknown guest help}

Mental case, mental case
{man, he be likin campbell's soup, apple jacks
Double xl diapers}
Mental case, mental case
{chocolate milk, porno films
Flintstone tablets}
Mental case, mental case
{roscoe waffles and make them extra soft oh-kay?} +1
{roscoe waffles.. and make them extra soft dude!} +2
{make sure he gets a girl ohkay?} +3

[dr. dooom]
Your style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a woman
I'm not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast
You transvest with small flows, you can't, proper digest
You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand
I leave you thinkin in your hotels, with pussy stinkin
Massengil thrills flow through new york, to hollywood hills
Your male flow, i'm wipin asscracks like mop-n-glo
Mc's get inserts, thrash style selectin bad words
Move with your silk suits, i stomp your mics with combat boots
Make up your rap that's feeble, small you think it's major
I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager
International feedback, i make you twist your knee back
I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in teaback's
Garter belts on dj's, sportin tryin to spin on felts
I see that rugged kid comin through, gimme that screwface
He's wearin girdles, your back-up man, sportin pink lace
..hey man you better watch your back up in here man
They rapin little boys!

Chorus

[dr. dooom]
I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party
Your group set up, takin turns, y'all shut the fuck up
Walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol's and scratch your butts
Stage shows get messed up, you're hardcore, zippin your dress up
Move on your projects, new shit, that's how i do shit
Word up g, y'all niggaz sound puss, lick my pee-pee veteran nasty
Don't even try to fuckin ask me, fax you my phone number
I beat you down with steel cans and wood lumber
Open your face up, dress you with makeup
Have your bitch-made, makin kool-aid with your ass out
In a glass house, where convicts wear big dicks
Strong niggaz, got your assholes in the mix
You need protection for that tight infection

Chorus

[dr. dooom]
You boys comin in hard, i'm the warden
You go out soft

the doctor dooom shopping list:
Five cans of dcon roach spray,
Two colors of shoe dye,
White gloves,
Four cans of calcan cat food,
One chocolate yoohoo,
A can of ajax,
Clorox for the bone smells in the living room,
Cat litter and a bag of onion rings for the dog,
And two boxes of apple jacks and flintstone vitamins

Yo, i bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, i don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, i'm serious
Serious?
I don't feel it man, the drums are too weak
I don't feel the snares
Coulda used a different type of sample
You're wack man, yeah..

Yo, that kid is wack, his father's wack
His group is wack, that's word word black
I'm detrimental, i hop up on this instrumental
Smack your face with mitts, a pile of grease filled with grits
Burn you like teddy pendergrass, tap you on that ass
I'm big jim, shut your mouth, call me jimmy steel
Don't freestyle, chemical bank, y'all keep it real
On lollapalooza, their butts packed with german lugers
On tour dates, stashin mad work in milk crates
Rock groups get smacked, speakers dropped, on they back
Some damage i'm raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps
Let's get scuffed up, your castle more than roughed up
Pockets with royalties, you gets, no loyalties
That's word bill, sell your house's mortgage off the hill
I'm for real necks, payin crackers for my ampex
Yeah!

It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

You got commercial records, no monies in your wack pockets
You get jerked, my master-charge-card's doin work
Eight thousand grills, all these franklin heads, big head bills
You go 'head wrap balogna sandwich in yo' backpack
School kids up no joke on record labels, y'all still broke
Don't flex at me, who's this kid, standin next to me
I got versatile sawed-off shotgun wic checks with me
Suckers i'm android, no time to feel paranoid
Blow out your face, pull your skull back, now give me space
My wig is ready, disguised, ridin on the subway
Baldhead on 42nd street, down on broadway
With tony lou, out of prison, my crew from rahway
That's word lou, i'm in new york, i'm here to see you
Cut back your weak tracks, and vomit on your vinyl wax
I'm here, like gladiator, air-conditioned central
You smokin embalmin fluid, elephants are mental
I got dreams to wear your parts off your cash machine
That's in the window me with bags, in the wells fargo
Changin your incite, i'm high class, with appetite
You no comp, for roast pigs, i delete
Your style is neckbone, my cab rides by your street
Yeah!

It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

I twist the bums out the project, elevator lights is out
Y'all wanna step to phi b, big like the ? family
Holdin your ear, like you handicapped, you can't hear
Touch up your young style delivery, don't appeal
Follow through, instructions easy for your rap crew
That's word, that kid you rapped, sound like booboo
Stinky feet, with razor bumps, tryin to rap on beat
I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound
Heather b, step to me, with your thin sound
Twist your knobs, your engineer, mixed like baskin-rob's
You on the charts, with just enough to pop tarts
Publishin checks you signed off, you gets no respect
You gets to lease the benz, cryin loud with your wic check
No sale retail, deposit all direct sales
Yeah! check it

It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

Yeah!
Yeah.. styles.. retarded..
Brothers feelin fly..

[dr. dooom]
Yeah.. new york city!
Dr. dooom pebblestone
I took the batmobile out last night
Went to tony rhome's.. and i seen..
Exaggeration

{you were perpetratin, you was fake}

Chorus: repeat 4x

Spottin fools frontin fly, girls act material
{you live at home with your mom!}

[dr. dooom]
I spot mc's on bet with the fake zirconia bezel rolex
Lookin like virgin with the see-through back bought from
The indian kid off the rack -- sterling silver delivery
Y'all tryin to fool me actin bougie with the platinum wannabe
It look real, stainless steel appeal, that's not the presidential
Let's keep it confidential; you ordered that fuckin kit
In the ad in the source boss -- step up your rep up
In genuine fashion i caught your ass in;
With your name on the rented car lease
Feathered top hat, zoot suits with vinyl alligator boots
Extreme dream with no apartment space
You frontin in the fly ride and empty place
With your rent due on the first of the month
Your second month you exit, portrayin to girls
Like you everything in the world
Fuck master, prepare to face disaster as i pass ya
Movin galactica with no capacity
You ain't got enough to buy a small soda in johnny rocket's, b
Posin with baldhead black girls with a florida tan
Tryin to act like you the man
Starstruck with one buck, your girl look like donald duck
Party-figure perpetrator, undercover hater
Smell your cheap cologne in the elevator
Dope you smoke, half of y'all can't never touch the mink coat
With your four carat white gold you look like you're pantomiming
Tryin to rhyme off of unflexible facial bone structure
I crush ya, down to the paso
Like spicy foods burnin through your asshole
Remember i did the damage to your lasso
Then threw your pampers in a manhole; your engineer walked away
With ponytails like annie mae, laughin and talkin the other way
You was the first rapper to pull out grease
And turn your butt the other way
Your girl think you're tough, big buff and rough

{90 percent of these rappers are very soft}

Chorus

[dr. dooom]
I look at your audience and fanbase
Nuttin but a bunch of men tappin each other on the back again
Fools with backpacks tryin to show me they asscrack
Cigarette lighters blowin smoke on my polo shirt
And you're bound to get hurt
With one leg, tryin to walk to work on the mic you rap hard
And overexert, material girls catch diarrhea
Won't make it to my concert
It don't have to be 4th of july for your rectum to see fireworks
While you buy clothes at ross sew in the weaves tryin to floss
Walkin in large resteraunts, orderin a small bowl of chicken broth
Water and napkins, you ain't tryin to be a captain
Put down this wack actin skills from movies
Send you to niko lobbies like a groupie
Stagefright out of sight cover your ass up
Prepare i pull my mask up

{watch your custom jewelry kid!}

Chorus

{that's right kid, clean up your room}
{go clean up your room}
{clean your room otherwise you'll be on punishment}
{for two weeks}