Letra Wild and crazy de Kool Keith

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Dr. octagonecologyst

Wild and crazy

{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 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 ? 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

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{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 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 ? 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