{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 scopin 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
| 1 | Earth People | 
| 2 | General Hospital | 
| 3 | Waiting List | 
| 4 | Girl Let Me Touch You | 
| 5 | 3000 | 
| 6 | Blue Flowers Revisited | 
| 7 | 1977 | 
| 8 | Real Raw | 
| 9 | I Got To Tell You | 
| 10 | No Awareness |