3030 Meets the Doc (Pt. 1)

Lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Octagon + Del The Funky Homosapien] Welcome to my laboratory, Deltron I am pleased to meet your acquaintance—I know you're unmatched within your field— Octa-god —You're much more informed than Trapper John, M.D, your scientific discoveries are legend—could you enlighten me? [Verse 1: Dr. Octagon] I'm rap-ital, capital, just a moving, rapping animal Punch straight like Zorro How you want it—oral? Watch me like porno, coming through the tube, innovative with my pubic hair braided Tip-top shape, I'll make ER's doctors put on brakes Friday the 13th, they bring my underwear from Crystal Lake They want a Frito-Lay Latino Ray with Dino J My rhythm is sharp like a switchblade Who' bitch made creamy, yellow, athletic, like the Oakland A's Lord, I own the rings Nine inches with ginseng, I'm not wasting time pretending I'm doing steak right now, I'm serving you onion rings Swing up, upscale watch me lift those barbells Watch the pro throw four thousand pounds of fanmail Step up if you' using fishscale, mini-goldfish I'm a big whale—flipper! [Chorus: Dr. Octagon + Del The Funky Homosapien] Octagon, Deltron (Welcome those well on their way to being martyrs) Time to see the doctor Octagon, Deltron (DEFCON 5—defense level rise, your eyes focus harder) Octagon, Deltron (Welcome those well on their way to being martyrs) Time to see the doctor Octagon, Deltron (DEFCON 5—defense level rise, your eyes focus harder) [Verse 2: Del The Funky Homosapien] Okay—I remove the robot to reprogram the plot against the onslaught One wrong walk will leave you roadblocked Homing from the dock, refers to how the flight Get' path-locked by the magical mockery when you cockblock I am you not, gotcha', talk to the hand Backslapping yo' ass, crackin' yo' mask I'll be happy to add my perverted inversion of language With words during my display of pop-subversion Undermine the system, distance myself from galaxies Hell-bent on tragically typically mimicking fallacies I was bespent, misrepresenting they' self Down to the cell, microscopes couldn't have found the realm Drown yourself, attempting to bad-mouth You mad-foul, act like I knock smooth trash out Don't act stupid 'cause I can prove that now Act now while supplies last, as I black out [Chorus: Dr. Octagon + Del The Funky Homosapien] Octagon, Deltron (Welcome those well on their way to being martyrs) Time to see the doctor Octagon, Deltron (DEFCON 5—defense level rise, your eyes focus harder) Octagon, Deltron (Welcome those well on their way to being martyrs) Time to see the doctor Octagon, Deltron (DEFCON 5—defense level rise, your eyes focus harder) [Verse 3: Dr. Octagon + Del The Funky Homosapien] American disaster, fix the wall with plaster Digitally I'm mastered, you can come in backwards At work or playground, you see me at the synagogue No time for blogs—Kennedy, call Leon! Eradicate the spectrum, erecting the monument Movin' the conglomerate, mood very ominous Tomahawk hits—to the frontal lobe—who want it, though? Fronting won't help you feel comfortable, humble yourself You don't know Del, location on the under-stow The dumbest of foes be excluded from comin' close All the rest want to test, but I'm raw as flesh wounds The doctor can address you—perhaps you could be rescued [Chorus: Dr. Octagon + Del The Funky Homosapien] Octagon, Deltron (Welcome those well on their way to being martyrs) Time to see the doctor Octagon, Deltron (DEFCON 5—defense level rise, your eyes focus harder) Octagon, Deltron (Welcome those well on their way to being martyrs) Time to see the doctor Octagon, Deltron (DEFCON 5—defense level rise, your eyes focus harder)