Prescription for Punishment (Instrumental)
Instrumental for B.I. 12", "Prescription for Punishment".
Straight up hip-hop production, funny stuff
The Cybertron Sound. Just what is that, one may ask? Ask the one who coined the term, and he'll tell you, it's a state of mind, a time and place that can't be recreated, a time to which people wish they could relive. When you hear it, you just know you're back in those times.
The collection of tracks you'll find here are bits and pieces of the The Cybertron Sound's greatest fan's take on the original creations,
for personal projects.
Just who is the man? No one knows; he goes by a ton of aliases. For the sake of simplicity, just call him Dr. Claw. Hardly anyone knows where he's really from, however it's safe to say he's a "Cybertron" native. Whatever the case, he's a man who seems to have a whole lot of time on his hands, enough to bring The Cybertron Sound to your home.
Story behind the song
This is a B.I. track that was the first of four 12"s featuring the "Rap and Wrestling" motif. This wasn't like WWF Aggression, where they made mostly crapified themes based on the wrestler's entrance themes -- this was the real deal. WWF fans probably will recognize one of the samples used in this track. Watch for the hook...it's the most hilarious part.
B.I.'s lyrics are completely done in the character of "The Doc", a parody of The Rock. So we have a character within a character with this track. Enjoy!
Lyrics
Intro (Strider's Scratch):
"Doc!" (repeated scratch)
"The Doc Says!" (repeated scratch)
"Bring your candy asses out here right now!" (intermittent scratch)
"You absolutely suck!" (scratch)
"Bring it!"
Verse 1:
Finally, the Doc has come back
With a funky track hopin' to subtract all the monkey crap
Hubba Bubba bubblegum commercial bullshit
Pop idol evangelists using TV as the pulpit
To preach their long songs of crap so the streets are full of it
But the Doc says they're full of shit, who d'ya think you're foolin' with?
Not the Doc, you stankin' ass roody poo
It's the whole effin' show, the Doc's show, and who are you?
It doesn't MATTER what your name is!/On the Doc's show
We keep it underground, no lame shit on our playlists
Fuck whistlin' while ya twerk, the Doc whistles while he boots ya
(Whistling) before he shoots ya
With the Zenkai Kiaidan or the Messatsu Gou Hadou
Nowdays, "Just...Bring It!" is the Doc's new motto
Pigeons say, "Look at little so-and-so, he's such a crock
with his sunglasses and catchphrases walkin' around the block"
Speakin' of walkin' around the block, y'all need to get off the corner
Wearin' no drawers at 2 AM suckin' cock for a quarter
Of a yen or less, the Doc says, you aren't worth half a zeni
And must be out of your effin' mind if you think that any
Of you dingbats workin' the discount aisle at Itoku
Impress the Doc lookin' like a 50-yen version of Hoku
Another dumb blonde with a stupid giggle and a trunk like an elephant
I'll Stun her ass just to tell the bitch I'm that malevolent
Chorus (Strider's Scratch):
"Your role, know it!"
"Your mouth, shut it!"
"Your llama's anus, lick it; your dirty panties, wear it!"
"That conclusion is this... (scratch) Put her on her knees where she belongs!"
"The cage... BRING IT!"
"The lumberjack...BRING IT!"
"The dirty panties... JUST ... BRING IT!"
"Know your role... and shut your mouth!!"
"(BEEP) yourself you piece of (BEEP) -- go to hell!"
Verse 2:
Middle finger to the masses, to every one of you bastards
Fuck all that said the Doc lost his touch, Doc's still in practice,
Still the fastest, the last that'll get his ass kicked
Before retreatin', you lackeys, the Doc laughs at your wackness
The Doc ain't the master, but he's headed in that direction
Sidetracked by the millions... and millions of questions
Askin' me "What kinda doctor are ya, Batsu?"
No, the Doc still hasn't had sex with Tiffany nor Natsu
As sure as the number 10 hangs from the Doc's neck charm
Protecting Hinata, the Doc's taken five bullets in his left arm
Needles in the right, four in the legs, two in the head
In the eyes of most medical doctors, the Doc should be dead
But he's not, the Doc's still stands tall, still living
Still plantin' the boot down on those that think that they can get in
The Doc's pants, but don't take it as an act of misogyny
Because I don't let some jabroni chick be the boss of me
Yeah, I mean you, Kasumi -- think I don't see you watchin me?
If you want it, bring your sweaty ass down the arena
Matter of fact bring that roody-poo grade A ding-BAT Tina
and your sweaty ass half sister, well, she can get the peter!
That 2-yen Ayanami clone with a pushed-up rack
Will be laid on the Underground's Table flat with my foot on her back
You run your mouth, but if you want a dispute
The Doc'll lube up his boot, turn it sideways and shove it up your poop chute!
Chorus (Strider's Scratch)
Added Chorus (Strider's Scratch):
"Go to hell!" (scratched repeatedly)
"Go to hell -- go -- go to"
"IT DOESN'T (scratch) MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!"
"The Doc is going to lube his size 13 boot real good" (scratch)
"Turn that sonbitch sideways and stick it straight up your candy ass!"
