Body Bag

Dr. Doom

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    [dr. dooom]
    Yeah.. dr. dooom
    Beware when I walk in your room
    Thats right
    A.k.a. kool keith

    Im 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 areas 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 Im 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
    Im 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 winstons
    With twenty-seven dead people in pontiac, michigan
    Twenty-eight in denver, twenty-eight I cant remember
    Walkin through a town called gatesville
    You suckers out there know how norman bates feel

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    Take that body and bag it, then Im outta sight!
    Hey whats that smell down there?
    Take that body and bag it, then Im outta sight!
    Hey whats that smell down there?
    Take that body and bag it, then Im outta sight!
    Hey whats that smell down there?
    Take that body and bag it, then Im outta sight!
    Hey whats that smell down there?
    Take that body and bag it, then Im outta sight!

    From a little town, thats right a tore down house
    With some real estate in peatskill
    I ran a meat market behind johnny rockets
    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 suprised
    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
    Im the next strangler

    Take that body and bag it, then Im outta sight!
    Hey whats that smell down there?
    Take that body and bag it, then Im outta sight!
    Hey whats that smell down there?
    Take that body and bag it, then Im outta sight!
    Hey whats that smell down there?
    Take that body and bag it, then Im outta sight!
    Hey whats that smell down there?
    Take that body and bag it, then Im outta sight!

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