Lyrics to Mopped Up

[Dr. Dooom]

Yeah! Doc

Late nights



I'm Dr. Dooom on the moonlight

Cut your fuckin head in Night Flight, the cravin for

the crocodile

Snap at the legs on your bike

I'm under the dim lights, standin like Norman Bates

Recordin the facts on normal tapes

Cut off pieces of your feet one by one now you got the

blood on your Bapes

I see you step in the ambulance with the shakes

Piss on your front disc brakes

Box you out like a linebacker, you miss the fakes

The complimentary drinks you taste

The weights weigh one thousand, I drop 'em on your face

{OH!}

Watch your teeth and brace

Now you ass out, a guy on the mic with peace lace

I do this when I step to each place

With the hand that grips on the pliers you admire



[Chorus]

All hands you throw up, get chopped up

Janitors come out with detergent buckets

(Workin overtime) you get mopped up



[Dr. Dooom]

First thing you gon' do as a journalist

is compare this to the first Dr. Dooom

Fuck you~! I come and find you

and slice your kneecaps into coldcuts in the room

You criticize these raps so advertisers and watch me

pour some gas on your face

And set your hair on fire

Move your nose off your body with hammers and workman

tires

Texas Chainsaw Massacre liars

Punch you in the face like Aaron Pryor

Go up to the hardware store and grab some donuts for

the flow

Donuts for the go

Muscle shirt that say "keep up the good work"



[Chorus] - repeat 1.66X



[Dr. Dooom]

Shove your head in a Macy's bag, with the Macy's tag

Go head I drop birds on the shoulders

You feel the pigeon release shit on top of your head

when I brag

That's the skull head in the front window of the Jag

I'm edgy, givin the competition a wedgie

Lizard and croc for lunch

Cruise 400 miles, just to get my hands on some peanut

brunch

Brittle! I chop between two eyes, bullseye, right up

the middle

Let's get down to the griddle

The fats move, dance around and fly around my face

while I play the fiddle



[Chorus] - repeat 2X