Simon Lyrics

[Dr. Dooom]
Yeah~! Simon
I'm talkin to you
This motherf**ker right here's for you
You got a lot of motherf**kers comin up on your show
And you try to act like you motherf**kin judgin every-
You ain't no-motherf**kin-body

f**k American Idol, Simon and his whack ass!
He can kiss the bottom of my foot and Paula can kiss my
black ass
That show is for no pro, it's for a jackass
I piss on the ratings with a scuba diving tank with a
German mask
The type of guy to defecate on jazz and bluegrass
Paint your face black I guarantee all your assets
you'll leave with a blue ass
I'm that insurance guy that come with a tow truck, when
your Maybach crash
These microphone niggaz with big budgets is trash
Lassie type niggaz who don't bark back, they sneak bite
I'm ready for combat with poison down on the floor
You come up and test my shit like a rat
You pick a spot where you think you f**kin hot
and watch me wipe my ass wit'cha baseball cap
I piss on your pants from the Gap
Your bitch be f**ked up with Noxzema on her face with a
That shit your spit to everybody is head crap
f**k with Franklin Fred rap
You're just a man sneakin back through a crack in rap
Flip your f**kin toupee like a flapjack
You a sap in rap, that bitch ain't got no fat ass in
the magazines
That's mad flat, she's just hyped up with a corny
basketball ass
That's mad fat, in fact she's a DVD homeless cat
Somebody I wouldn't want to dance to my track
Or put on some pants to my track
How you gon' stand there? You better be in a b-boy
stance to my track
Everybody flippin over a bullshit thong in your
Now I'm hyper toned up with a Corona
She ain't got gas in her ass to get from Corona
She's a roommate livin on a budget from a loaner
A grown-ass woman flyin back and forth to a yellow
f**kin with some cornbread ten carat gold chain nigga
that look like Yoda
How the f**k you gon' represent plastic surgery?
Yo' ass, movin in with the club promoter
How long you gon' do that shit 'til you get older and
With strength from the butt needles
I'm that nigga that's low-key in the spotlight
Watchin your peoples, on some real life
I'm surreal trife, watchin these girls out in Vegas
Askin Carmelo Anthony to turn on they Con Edison lights

Yeah~! We rule
Dr. Dooom is in the f**kin room
Now you take that motherf**ker personal
I want y'all to cover your ass
I'ma be there! Motherf**ker I'ma be there
Right in the back of your f**kin dandruff, right on top
of your hair

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Songwriter(s): Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin
Record Label(s): 2008 threshold recordings, LLC
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