Dr Dooom You Live At Home With Your Mom Lyrics

You Live At Home With Your Mom Lyrics

[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}