| Song | You Live at Home With Your Mom |
| Artist | Dr. Dooom |
| Album | First Come, First Served |
| 作词 : Matlin, Thornton | |
| 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} |
| zuò cí : Matlin, Thornton | |
| 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 seethrough 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 | |
| Partyfigure 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 |