{DJ Q Bert scratches right now here we go} nnnn[Dr. Octagon] nnA lot of rappers are wack they cold booty from the buttcrack nnSwingin skills to chill that's how I pay the bills nnFunk blaster tweakin bass like I'm Jimmy Castor nnModel H 3 oh see plus another thousand nnKickin lyrics for ASCAP brothers that be housin nnSplittin publishin gainin points rappin back again nnMy unique style and certain words, watch me make em blend nnManifest vanish, spread out, with computer data nnSuckers don't know, acute intelligence, what's the matter nnSolo fiend, I cut your legs with the guillotine nnSnap back, rip you to some props in your paperback nnGettin rectums, doin jobs like I'm Dr. Giggles nnServin em well, I stop their anals up with pickles nnWith operation to give, the room an atmosphere nnCyclops will walk, Frankenstein still standin here nnWatch the hand out the ground, chill nnnnChorus: Dr. Octagon (repeat 2X) nnnnIt's wild and crazy.. nnThe moon is out, tonight it's time for experiments nnIt's wild and crazy.. nnA fetus in the jar, I got the little baby nnnn[Dr. Octagon] nnTwo o'clock, still dark, my flashlight, huntin suit nnRight in front of your building with live bear every year nnTakin horns, from moose and wild bulls and capricorns nnI got your face in the frame, inside the living room nnWhile kids watch 13, I'm in the back scopin zoom nnSesame Street, you play that beat, I'ma step to Pete nnwith nuclear bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms nnSix shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms nnI put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps nnGet off the hooks in project style like Bernard Goetz nnWhat's the matter, kid you scared, come and do the bid nnInmates'll damage your tapes, you're nervous liftin weights nnI open cell block see, go battle Mr. Silly nnI don't see nothin, I think, they raped the rapper really nnnnChorus nnnn{DJ Q-Bert scratches I'm the ultimate.. ..emcee!} nnnn[Dr. Octagon] nnWalkin streets with shopping carts, a live alligator nnHold your pitbull back, let's spend some money on the elevator nnYour dog is bound to loose and have a funeral nnYou can call landlords, injects on my rent checks nnBug Man is back, you project people better watch their necks nnSpittin flim-flam, rappers still smokin crack nnSuckers get pantylined, and spots on the hiney crack nnI do much work, on heavy stomachs like Levert nnPut up some money, I bet my tools'll make your rectum hurt nnBlack exposed em, for you don't want to mess with me nnI seek in your girl's box, and cover your publicity nnSequence first, and drop the facts on DAT nnnnChorus