Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Dr Dooom - You live at home with your mom ------------------------------------------ [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}