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No Chorus
780
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Chorus was released on June 1, 1999 by Threshold Recordings, LLC as a part of the album First Come, First Served
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Release DateJune 1, 1999
LabelThreshold Recordings, LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. Dooom
Dr. Dooom
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Thornton
Keith Thornton
Songwriter
Kurt Matlin
Kurt Matlin
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, you motherfuckers ought to let me
Go and finish this motherfucking album
Dr. Doom
Name of this track is called "I don't want the motherfucking chorus"
Whatever 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 fucking hype
Programmed by the company making some G vocals
Sound like a **** with no dough in a promo
Making asses out of yourselves trying to rap solo
Suck my dick when you see me
Avoid me cause you wanna be me
Y'all **** write like slouches
Puffing blunts on studio couches
What's up you fucking amateur?
Your engineer cueing your bullshit cadence
That shit sounds simple
Look at this **** rhyming to himself wack as fuck
Smell like shit with one buck
Big crews don't want it, y'all get it worse
Which one of y'all motherfuckers is waiting for the mic first?
I hope your bitch is in the audience, your wife too
That's your fan base
Plus your DJ's in the place
I'm about to boo you, let it be fair
When you come off stage 90% 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 acting hard nervous in the dressing room with a security guard
Groupies standing 'round with they fucking
Face frown looking like fucking Homey D. Clown
Put that spring water down man you ain't sweating
You motherfuckers did a 10 minute wig show and you jetting
Your fans are mad, your performance was garbage bag
Look at these video tapes walking back and forth
Grabbing your nuts like the Planet of the Apes
Supervisor criticize y'all don't realize where the real guys at
Who's administrating your budget when you taking that
Hot picture for Ride On with your ballroom light on?
You know the night is kinda special like
Lorne Bra when I escort you to your car
You break out bastards leave the premises and
Reminisce on your rookie season as the first starter
You try to work harder you never paid no
Dues like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaataa
You wack **** trying to act large in the video in Nevada
You fucking pink maggot I'll take your mic you can't have it
You **** be running around with ears open like fucking bunny rabbits
That's right
Dr. Doom
All you motherfuckers around the world
Sitting in studios with your boys
Hyping your shit up
Motherfuckers don't wanna tell you that your shit is wack
Cause they all yes men
Sitting around carrying your roadie cases
Me and your fucking cheerleaders
I'ma tell you straight look in the fucking mirror
You wack
That shit don't sound right
The mix down ain't right
Your vocals are too low
Your fucking cadence is off
Stage show's weak
Fuck you
Written by: Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin
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