Dr Octagon Wild And Crazy Lyrics

Wild And Crazy Lyrics

{DJ Q Bert scratches "right now here we go"}

[Dr. Octagon]
A lot of
rappers are wack they cold booty from the buttcrack
Swingin skills to chill
that's how I pay the bills
Funk blaster tweakin bass like I'm Jimmy
Castor
Model H 3 oh C plus another thousand
Kickin lyrics for ASCAP
brothers that be housin
Splittin publishin gainin points rappin back
again
My unique style and certain words, watch me make em blend
Manifest
vanish, spread out, with computer data
Suckers don't know, acute
intelligence, what's the matter
Solo fiend, I cut your legs with the
guillotine
Snap back, rip you to some props in your paperback
Gettin
rectums, doin jobs like I'm Dr. Giggles
Servin em well, I stop their anals
up with pickles
With operation to give, the room an atmosphere
Cyclops
will walk, Frankenstein still standin here
Watch the hand out the ground,
chill

Chorus: Dr. Octagon (repeat 2X)

It's wild and
crazy..
The moon is out, tonight it's time for experiments
It's wild and
crazy..
A fetus in the jar, I got the little baby

[Dr.
Octagon]
Two o'clock, still dark, my flashlight, huntin suit
Right in
front of your building with live bear every year
Takin horns, from moose and
wild bulls and capricorns
I got your face in the frame, inside the living
room
While kids watch 13, I'm in the back scopin zoom
Sesame Street, you
play that beat, I'ma step to Pete
with nuclear bombs, and word to mom, I'ma
blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some
diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
Get off the hooks in project
style like Bernard Goetz
What's the matter, kid you scared, come and do the
bid
Inmates'll damage your tapes, you're nervous liftin weights
I open
cell block C, go battle Mr. Silly
I don't see nothin, I think, they raped
the rapper really

Chorus

{DJ Q-Bert scratches "I'm the
ultimate.." "..emcee!"}

[Dr. Octagon]
Walkin streets with shopping
carts, a live alligator
Hold your pitbull back, let's spend some money on
the elevator
Your dog is bound to loose and have a funeral
You can call
landlords, injects on my rent checks
Bug Man is back, you project people
better watch their necks
Spittin flim-flam, rappers still smokin
crack
Suckers get pantylined, and spots on the hiney crack
I do much
work, on heavy stomachs like Levert
Put up some money, I bet my tools'll
make your rectum hurt
Black exposed em, for you don't want to mess with
me
I seek in your girl's box, and cover your publicity
Sequence first,
and drop the facts on DAT

Chorus