No Chorus Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

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 possessed 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 disappointment 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 Lowenbrau 

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