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Yeah.. 
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album 
Dr. Dooom.. 
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want the Motherfuckin Chorus" 
Whatever all the arrangements are we gon' go through 
Fuck all the laws.. 

What the fuck was in your mind when you rapped on that track? 
Who posessed you to do that? Who programmed   that shit sound wack 
Unplug your mic 
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype 
Programmed by the company, makin somethin cheap 
Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo; 
makin asses out of yourselves, tryin to rap solo 
Suck my dick when you see me; avoid because you wanna be me 
Y'all niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couches 
What's up you fuckin amateur? 
Your engineer'll cue in your bullshit cadence 
That shit sounds simple; look at this nigga rhymin to hisself 
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck 
Big crews don't want it -- y'all get it worse 
Which one of y'all motherfuckers is waitin for the mic first? 
I hope your bitch is in the audience 
Your wife too, that's your fanbase -- plus your DJ's in the place 
I'm about to boo you, let it be fair; when you come off-stage 
ninety percent of the people that came on your guest list 
ain't gon' be there 
A big dissapointment when I rub your asshole with a verbal ointment 
Rappers actin hard, nervous in the dressin room 
with a security guard 
Groupies standin round with they fuckin face frowned 
Lookin like fuckin Homey the Clown 
Put that Spring Water down man, you ain't sweatin 
You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin; 
your fans are mad - your performance was garbage bag 
Look at these videotapes 
Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts like the Planet of the Apes 
Supervise it, criticize it, y'all don't realize it 
where the real guys at 
Who's administrating your budget when you takin 
that high picture for Right On with your ballroom light on 
You know the night is kind of special like Lauryn bro 
when I escort you to your car, you breakout bastards 
Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie season 
after you first started 
You try to work hard and you never paid no dues 
like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata 
You wack nigga, tryin to act large in the video in Nevada 
You fuckin pink maggot; I'll take your mic, you can't have it 
You niggaz be runnin around with ears open like fuckin bunny rabbits 

That's right, Dr. Dooom 
All you motherfuckers around the world sittin in studios with your boys 
Hypin your shit up 
Motherfuckers don't wanna tell you that your shit is wack 
because they all yes men 
Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases 
Bein your fuckin cheerleaders 
I'ma tell you straight, look in the fuckin mirror, you wack 
That shit don't sound right, your mixdown ain't right 
Your vocals are too low.. your fuckin cadence is off 
Stage show's weak.. fuck you!

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