Wild And Crazy Lyrics - Dr. Octagon

(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 

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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 smokin 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 Charter 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 

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(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