Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wild And Crazy, artist - Dr. Octagon. Album song Dr. Octagonecologyst, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.05.1996
Record label: Bulk
Song language: English
Wild And Crazy |
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 H3OC, plus another thousand |
Kickin lyrics for ASCAP, brothers I be housin |
Splittin publishin, gainin points, rappin back again |
My unique style, and certain words, watch me make em blend |
Manifest bandwidth, 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 utensils 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, Chiller |
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 |
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 scope and zoom |
Sesame Street, you play that beat, I’mma step to Pete |
With nuclear bombs, and word to mom, I’mma 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 |
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 |