You Live At Home With Your Mom Lyrics by Dr. Dooom

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}

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