Dr. Dooom - Body Bag Lyrics
[dr. dooom]Yeah.. dr. dooomBeware when I walk in your roomThats rightA.k.a. kool keithIm washin pots and pans, fried gorillas with tortilla chipsAnd clam dips, my pants ripped, playin gladys knight on fright nightWith buffalo meat in your ass vomitGastric juice with french toast, balls from a mooseHeavy convulsion construction in your stomach tucked inLeave you with maalox and castor oil of toxic wasteYour areas vacant with wherehouse aromaCat turds and horse drops your face went into a comaExterminating houses, with fifty mouses, diapers and kidsDrivin trucks for the roach businessTwelve to nine I move body bags to cedar sinaiEatin co-workers food Im rudeWalk in the beverage center with a jockstrap dudeApproach security with a deliveryNever stating a major, cut cables in elevatorsMake the rush hour stop draggin dead elephants in department storesWhile people shop, with a briefcase from spelmenI have to tell men, get off my backIm workin overtime like a janitor with staminaBuried the last bodies in canadaIn toronto, I used to jerk off in a ten room condoWith serious surgery dr. dooom workin in the office buildingDrivin some bronco like o.j. simpsonNervous smokin a pack of winstonsWith twenty-seven dead people in pontiac, michiganTwenty-eight in denver, twenty-eight I cant rememberWalkin through a town called gatesvilleYou suckers out there know how norman bates feelTake 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 houseWith some real estate in peatskillI ran a meat market behind johnny rocketsPaid truckers to haul body pieces from the east to the westWith the devil branded on your chestI had to step up and the judge wrote confessWatch the whole arkansas kansas city testifyAgainst my lies and my alibis, I was suprisedMy lawyers dressed in blackAnd a rolls royce buried in the backArms missing, knees cut down to the knubsAll I had was people to grubStories to tell to the enquirerHow I set a bunch of people in the nightclub on fireMy intention was to get even like spielbergThrow like stephen king, children of the corn on a swingI stuck needles in your face like pinheadYou been dead for eighty hours in a college dormWith a thunderstorm, lightning with big boltsI used to hang with jim jones before he started the cultsThe ssa, the sacrifice and serve-it angleIm the next stranglerTake 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!
