Call The Cops (instrumental)

Call The Cops (instrumental) 歌词

歌曲 Call The Cops (instrumental)
歌手 Dr. Dooom
歌手 Kool Keith
歌手 KutMasta Kurt
专辑 First Come, First Served (Instrumentals)
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you keep them rollers in ya hair with that plastic all on ya head, huh
Man, Hey,
Keith, who did ya gerry curls, man, look good
I seen ya’ll this mornin on ‘
Cops,’ man, they had ya’ll pictures and all ya profiles and everything, ya’ll should stay low.
Gene called.
He need five dollas. (Dr. Dooom)
Ultimate focus behind ya neck can’t reflex with text on your lyrical index
Stop the masses rotate the fastest
Afro gerry curl world, get ignited re-invited on your main sources like the
Enforcers
Sub-machines spray your
Liberace pianos
Free-style ambulances ring out your new dances
While ya’ll can’t rap we took your ampex, we have protective custody
Got your face disgustin’ me
Wit’ animal-like instincts
I left a dead gorilla in the skatin’ rink
Penetrated your
Gap jeans with
Black & Decker machines
Alternate your
Scullies, catch dead rats in
Saran Wrap
Put used diapers on your windshield wipers
Make you eat your own feces, ?sell yourleardrumbelices?
Pull out your colon leave your glands swollen
Uncircumcised between your mom’s thighs
That’s right, wit a face like
Michael Myers
I clip the ears off your body guards with some bloody pliers
Bound to eat a
German Shepard in the
Mohave Desert
While ya’ll talk gangsta
I push body carts in shopping carts
Leave wigs on streets on
Melrose so coroners can smell those
Arms for three days, with three legs in the back seat ya’ll get the back heat?
With the police department scared to look at my apartment
Three weeks ago
I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs
Went to Ralph’s and bought a six pack and some eggs
Seen my face in the paper wit a beard, went home and shaved
Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave
Drinkin’ Yoo-
Hoos and doughnuts, ya’ll punks think
I’m so nuts
Walkin’ in hospital roooms like the black
Dr. Dooom
Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like
Iancide(sic.)
You run and hide
Handicap wit no maps
I’m after you throw gas at you. (The projects called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states (The projects called the cops.) (Mutha****a') (Jackie Jasper)
Jackie Jasper wit illegal drugs, sell for the thugs:
A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs,
Persian rugs
Wit dead bodies on it, call
Colombo, who dunnit, solve it
And I’ll revolve it
And hold it, to the war to the hogs to the dogs?
A vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, getting fellatio
Ratio fa sho’.
Positive why
I die I live comatose tomato juice and
Cherry Ho’s and toast
Santa Barbara at the
Barbie coast most?
Chicks licks black holes
French expose
Wastin’ my children on her clothes that went up her nose, suppose?
I penetrated ya neck wit a
Bic pen Wit a belt around my waist like
Bookmen? Don’t ask my neighbors, bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors
Smokin’ glass wit coleslaw hangin’ out ya ass
Take a blast,
I’m travelin’ fast, pass a nymphomaniac
Diggin’ up corpse
I’m a necrophiliac getting my chick back
In an up-smack
Had that head bobbin,’ joggin,’ cyclin,’ recyclin.’
Connivin,’ arrivin,’ hearse drivin’ it’s even.
Seven heads, ten horns, believing.
Evil demon
As Stella
Steven retreatin’ you’re beatin’
Eatin’ dead puss.
Sardine can smell from here to hell.
A gladiator wit tights under disco lights.
Blowin’ a harmonica, yo, in
Santa Monica in a
Honda Name dazzle night fall the press cross dressed your name
Rhonda? Call
Macero? Call
Dan-O, call
Cello? Five-
O rollin’ in a
Pinto from
Ohio, Toledo, down to
San Pedro
Believe me, ho,
I sold Curtis the blow.
The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states (The projects called the cops) (Book em’)
you keep them rollers in ya hair with that plastic all on ya head, huh
Man, Hey,
Keith, who did ya gerry curls, man, look good
I seen ya' ll this mornin on '
Cops,' man, they had ya' ll pictures and all ya profiles and everything, ya' ll should stay low.
Gene called.
He need five dollas. Dr. Dooom
Ultimate focus behind ya neck can' t reflex with text on your lyrical index
Stop the masses rotate the fastest
Afro gerry curl world, get ignited reinvited on your main sources like the
Enforcers
Submachines spray your
Liberace pianos
Freestyle ambulances ring out your new dances
While ya' ll can' t rap we took your ampex, we have protective custody
Got your face disgustin' me
Wit' animallike instincts
I left a dead gorilla in the skatin' rink
Penetrated your
Gap jeans with
Black Decker machines
Alternate your
Scullies, catch dead rats in
Saran Wrap
Put used diapers on your windshield wipers
Make you eat your own feces, ? sell yourleardrumbelices?
Pull out your colon leave your glands swollen
Uncircumcised between your mom' s thighs
That' s right, wit a face like
Michael Myers
I clip the ears off your body guards with some bloody pliers
Bound to eat a
German Shepard in the
Mohave Desert
While ya' ll talk gangsta
I push body carts in shopping carts
Leave wigs on streets on
Melrose so coroners can smell those
Arms for three days, with three legs in the back seat ya' ll get the back heat?
With the police department scared to look at my apartment
Three weeks ago
I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs
Went to Ralph' s and bought a six pack and some eggs
Seen my face in the paper wit a beard, went home and shaved
Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave
Drinkin' Yoo
Hoos and doughnuts, ya' ll punks think
I' m so nuts
Walkin' in hospital roooms like the black
Dr. Dooom
Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like
Iancide sic.
You run and hide
Handicap wit no maps
I' m after you throw gas at you. The projects called the cops
The F. B. I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states The projects called the cops. Mutha a' Jackie Jasper
Jackie Jasper wit illegal drugs, sell for the thugs:
A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs,
Persian rugs
Wit dead bodies on it, call
Colombo, who dunnit, solve it
And I' ll revolve it
And hold it, to the war to the hogs to the dogs?
A vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, getting fellatio
Ratio fa sho'.
Positive why
I die I live comatose tomato juice and
Cherry Ho' s and toast
Santa Barbara at the
Barbie coast most?
Chicks licks black holes
French expose
Wastin' my children on her clothes that went up her nose, suppose?
I penetrated ya neck wit a
Bic pen Wit a belt around my waist like
Bookmen? Don' t ask my neighbors, bodies dead, sixtynine flavors, behaviors
Smokin' glass wit coleslaw hangin' out ya ass
Take a blast,
I' m travelin' fast, pass a nymphomaniac
Diggin' up corpse
I' m a necrophiliac getting my chick back
In an upsmack
Had that head bobbin,' joggin,' cyclin,' recyclin.'
Connivin,' arrivin,' hearse drivin' it' s even.
Seven heads, ten horns, believing.
Evil demon
As Stella
Steven retreatin' you' re beatin'
Eatin' dead puss.
Sardine can smell from here to hell.
A gladiator wit tights under disco lights.
Blowin' a harmonica, yo, in
Santa Monica in a
Honda Name dazzle night fall the press cross dressed your name
Rhonda? Call
Macero? Call
DanO, call
Cello? Five
O rollin' in a
Pinto from
Ohio, Toledo, down to
San Pedro
Believe me, ho,
I sold Curtis the blow.
The F. B. I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states The projects called the cops Book em'
you keep them rollers in ya hair with that plastic all on ya head, huh
Man, Hey,
Keith, who did ya gerry curls, man, look good
I seen ya' ll this mornin on '
Cops,' man, they had ya' ll pictures and all ya profiles and everything, ya' ll should stay low.
Gene called.
He need five dollas. Dr. Dooom
Ultimate focus behind ya neck can' t reflex with text on your lyrical index
Stop the masses rotate the fastest
Afro gerry curl world, get ignited reinvited on your main sources like the
Enforcers
Submachines spray your
Liberace pianos
Freestyle ambulances ring out your new dances
While ya' ll can' t rap we took your ampex, we have protective custody
Got your face disgustin' me
Wit' animallike instincts
I left a dead gorilla in the skatin' rink
Penetrated your
Gap jeans with
Black Decker machines
Alternate your
Scullies, catch dead rats in
Saran Wrap
Put used diapers on your windshield wipers
Make you eat your own feces, ? sell yourleardrumbelices?
Pull out your colon leave your glands swollen
Uncircumcised between your mom' s thighs
That' s right, wit a face like
Michael Myers
I clip the ears off your body guards with some bloody pliers
Bound to eat a
German Shepard in the
Mohave Desert
While ya' ll talk gangsta
I push body carts in shopping carts
Leave wigs on streets on
Melrose so coroners can smell those
Arms for three days, with three legs in the back seat ya' ll get the back heat?
With the police department scared to look at my apartment
Three weeks ago
I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs
Went to Ralph' s and bought a six pack and some eggs
Seen my face in the paper wit a beard, went home and shaved
Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave
Drinkin' Yoo
Hoos and doughnuts, ya' ll punks think
I' m so nuts
Walkin' in hospital roooms like the black
Dr. Dooom
Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like
Iancide sic.
You run and hide
Handicap wit no maps
I' m after you throw gas at you. The projects called the cops
The F. B. I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states The projects called the cops. Mutha a' Jackie Jasper
Jackie Jasper wit illegal drugs, sell for the thugs:
A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs,
Persian rugs
Wit dead bodies on it, call
Colombo, who dunnit, solve it
And I' ll revolve it
And hold it, to the war to the hogs to the dogs?
A vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, getting fellatio
Ratio fa sho'.
Positive why
I die I live comatose tomato juice and
Cherry Ho' s and toast
Santa Barbara at the
Barbie coast most?
Chicks licks black holes
French expose
Wastin' my children on her clothes that went up her nose, suppose?
I penetrated ya neck wit a
Bic pen Wit a belt around my waist like
Bookmen? Don' t ask my neighbors, bodies dead, sixtynine flavors, behaviors
Smokin' glass wit coleslaw hangin' out ya ass
Take a blast,
I' m travelin' fast, pass a nymphomaniac
Diggin' up corpse
I' m a necrophiliac getting my chick back
In an upsmack
Had that head bobbin,' joggin,' cyclin,' recyclin.'
Connivin,' arrivin,' hearse drivin' it' s even.
Seven heads, ten horns, believing.
Evil demon
As Stella
Steven retreatin' you' re beatin'
Eatin' dead puss.
Sardine can smell from here to hell.
A gladiator wit tights under disco lights.
Blowin' a harmonica, yo, in
Santa Monica in a
Honda Name dazzle night fall the press cross dressed your name
Rhonda? Call
Macero? Call
DanO, call
Cello? Five
O rollin' in a
Pinto from
Ohio, Toledo, down to
San Pedro
Believe me, ho,
I sold Curtis the blow.
The F. B. I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states The projects called the cops Book em'
Call The Cops (instrumental) 歌词
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