Croc
How you gonna call yourself Dope Doc?
I got you in my scope - shock!
You can't cope with this shot
Baby's nothing but mock
Acting like he's big cock
Fucker's just a shit crock
Daddy should've used the sock
All this parrot does is squawk
Groping him behind my block
Eloping him with my Glock
Nope this ugly fruit he cantaloupe
How's he gonna find a girl when he can't even find the soap?
I'd help you find the rope
But you're rapping yourself down that slope
Your skills already croaked
Flowing like you had a stroke
Roll your talent in my smoke
Doc can't fix himself; he's broke
How could someone trust this joke
He chokes harder than David Carradine
He's a wannabe hasbeen
Primadonna bitchy teen
Thinking he's a beauty queen
Dreaming of the silver screen
His little horn is unripe green
Baby still ain't had to wean
Tries so hard to make a scene
Now he is up against me
A lean mean rapping machine
Doped up and thinks he's WuTang
Spams his shit on everythang
More toxic than a viper's fang
Please send him to Pyongyang
Or the bottom of a gangbang
The middle of a chain gang
And don't come back you ain't a boomerang
MugShotz
Docs gonna get Buried Like Pompeii
Dropping Dope Bombs ey any blow you throw that shit gets Parried
Wait for his body to get Buried after his Coffin is Carried out the Home
Fuck your Microphone shut up till i say Nyeh What's up doc
The Times ticking the clock is blowing up sink this bitch like a Rock
Thrown into the Lake then take a walk grab the Glock
Doc fuck you dont need school to get Triggernomics
Get that? Trigger Economics like a Stock Plummet
Im standing at the Summit dumping out Buckets
I guess that Fits you´re making the Everglades housing your Alt Snakes
Fuck i hold shit down like Stakes feel the Aches?
Thats the States of Arthritis its the Confines of your Weak Bones
Doc trying to make stone bars i bet hes the Flintstones
Listen in like Headphones im trying to hit your Brain
I musta left a red stain like i dumped out champagne
if this is war this is the Basic Campaign if you tried deadly you're the Wrong Strain
Instant Pain of Black Death you want smoke try a car Exhaust
The line in the sands Crossed the coins tossed i just added frost to freezer burned beef
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Croc
Member since March 26 2015