I Run Rap Lyrics by Dr. Dooom

I Run Rap Lyrics

    [dr. dooom]
    Yeah
    Number one mc in the world, a.k.a. dr. dooom
    Straight out of solitary
    I got the block locked down
    Transfer me to conquer in the pelican bay
    You don't wanna step in my cell
    I eat your ass for real
    Even veterans go out with tight pants and lipstick

    Most rappers flex up, they vexed up, they actin hard
    Attendin catholic school at mom's house, they soft as lard
    They roll in packs, carryin yo-yo's, and balls and jacks
    That kid you peeped it, his boys wearin victoria's secret
    Mean mugs get crushed up, your bra's showin, pickin dust up
    You light your trees up, i'm just the man to skin yo' knees up
    Walk behind you, tuck your stomach in, i redesign you
    Urgent emergency, your girl is cryin, they can't find you
    I move with bowling ball bags, you try to ask for zig-zags
    You got your panties on with wigs on, y'all playin tag
    Walkin in tough kid, your girdle's showin, watch your doo-rag
    G-strings get touched, watch your skid marks like starsky and hutch
    Y'all scope erections, while rappers run to different sections
    I ride in limos pull your thongs in, from here to wisconsin
    Droppin this a-bomb make, tough mc's, put on avon
    Eject your wigs in hunts point, your pumps in truckers rigs

    Chorus: repeat 4x

    I'm the man of the hour
    Watchin girls takin a shower
    I run rap, tell mc's to watch their back

    [dr. dooom]
    Rappers with panty-liners, rent cars, with no recliners
    I get ill, serve the best mc's with massengil
    While crowds chill, take your haltertops, down to big bill
    Right on your mic stand, your flower shorts, you've been hurt
    Male with a dildo, your ass is low, call policemen
    Three million rappers on labels, sportin skirts release men
    I teach men, pull my pants down, piss on each men
    Frustrate the rectums on the night flight, i cruise on east and
    Look at your contracts, while vaseline, smears your buttcrack
    I counteract tracks, while you ate rhymes smokin crack
    Skinny kid two pounds, with phony legs, bustin two rounds
    That man is slinky, jacks off, and rappers host his twinkie
    Underarm smell, keep the mics warm, y'all shirts is stinky
    Panties look great on you with wedding rings around your pinkie
    Now stop bs then cut your weight down, you'd be like vester
    Facin your whole crew, with cardinals on like uncle fester
    Lo-lo-lo-lopez, your moms call me frankie sanchez
    On deck with penis out, pine tar like tony perez
    Big battin average, send your girlfriend out, tossin salad
    I run rap, tell mc's to watch their back

    Chorus

    [dr. dooom]
    Rappers get maxi-pads and o.b., their time of the month
    No time for phone calls from tough guys, y'all puff them blunts
    Some serious stretch marks, cock-diesel mc's end up pregnant
    Nine months in time stuck, you rhyme, grabbin inmates jock
    Sportin your white dress, with timberlands, you try to impress
    Petrol with bulletproof vest, your man is havin incest
    Knock up your celldon, your big group, they roll with alvin
    Drag queen on front street, program, all your sp-12 beats
    Y'all roll up dust, smokin pcp, i come with big heat
    Y'all run y'all knowledge down, send your rolex down to big pete
    Lipstick is smeared on, your pele shirt, get your fear on
    Hard rappers with stockings and tunafish, smell like starkist
    I call him miss, rappers tampons, i bought it for christmas
    I call you anna make you sniff balls, back to atlanta
    Change all your grammar and have you call home, bleedin to grandma
    I run rap, tell mc's to watch their back

    Chorus

    [dr. dooom]
    That's right
    When you see in the mess hall
    All new jacks, even if you're old, give me that respect
    Youknowhati'msayin? you might get neglected
    That's right, send me all the commisary
    Battlin me ain't necessary

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