Body Bag by Dr. Dooomالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone
[Dr. Dooom]
Yeah.. Dr. Dooom
Beware when I walk in your room
That's right
a.k.a. cool Keith
I'm washin pots and pans, fried gorillas with tortilla chips
and clam dips, my pants ripped, playin Gladys Knight on Fright Night
with buffalo meat in your ass vomit
Gastric juice with french toast, balls from a moose
Heavy convulsion construction in your stomach tucked in
Leave you with Maalox and castor oil of toxic waste
Your area's vacant with wherehouse aroma
Cat turds and horse drops your face went into a coma
Exterminating houses, with fifty mouses, diapers and kids
Drivin trucks for the roach business
Twelve to nine I move body bags to Cedar Sinai
Eatin co-workers food I'm rude
Walk in the beverage center with a jockstrap dude
Approach security with a delivery
Never stating a major, cut cables in elevators
Make the rush hour stop draggin dead elephants in department stores
while people shop, with a briefcase from Spelmen
I have to tell men, get off my back
I'm workin overtime like a janitor with stamina
Buried the last bodies in Canada
In Toronto, I used to jerk off in a ten room condo
with serious surgery Dr. Dooom workin in the office building
Drivin some Bronco like O.J. Simpson
Nervous smokin a pack of Winston's
With twenty-seven dead people in Pontiac, Michigan
Twenty-eight in Denver, twenty-eight I can't remember
Walkin through a town called Gatesville
You suckers out there know how Norman Bates feel
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
From a little town, that's right a tore down house
with some real estate in Peatskill
I ran a meat market behind Johnny Rocket's
Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the East to the West
with the devil branded on your chest
I had to step up and the judge wrote confess
Watch the whole Arkansas Kansas City testify
against my lies and my alibis, I was surprised
My lawyers dressed in black
and a Rolls Royce buried in the back
Arms missing, knees cut down to the knubs
All I had was people to grub
Stories to tell to the Enquirer
how I set a bunch of people in the nightclub on fire
My intention was to get even like Spielberg
Throw like Stephen King, Children of the Corn on a swing
I stuck needles in your face like Pinhead
You been dead for eighty hours in a college dorm
with a thunderstorm, lightning with big bolts
I used to hang with Jim Jones before he started the cults
The SSA, the Sacrifice and Serve-it Angle
I'm the next strangler
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
My favourite lyrics
