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Yeah.. dr. dooom |
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Beware when i walk in your room |
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That's right |
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A.k.a. kool keith |
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I'm washin pots and pans, fried gorillas with tortilla chips |
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And clam dips, my pants ripped, playin gladys knight on fright night |
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With buffalo meat in your ass vomit |
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Gastric juice with french toast, balls from a moose |
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Heavy convulsion construction in your stomach tucked in |
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Leave you with maalox and castor oil of toxic waste |
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Your area's vacant with wherehouse aroma |
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Cat turds and horse drops your face went into a coma |
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Exterminating houses, with fifty mouses, diapers and kids |
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Drivin trucks for the roach business |
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Twelve to nine i move body bags to cedar sinai |
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Eatin co-workers food i'm rude |
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Walk in the beverage center with a jockstrap dude |
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Approach security with a delivery |
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Never stating a major, cut cables in elevators |
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Make the rush hour stop draggin dead elephants in department stores |
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While people shop, with a briefcase from spelmen |
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I have to tell men, get off my back |
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I'm workin overtime like a janitor with stamina |
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Buried the last bodies in canada |
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In toronto, i used to jerk off in a ten room condo |
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With serious surgery dr. dooom workin in the office building |
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Drivin some bronco like o.j. simpson |
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Nervous smokin a pack of winston's |
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With twenty-seven dead people in pontiac, michigan |
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Twenty-eight in denver, twenty-eight i can't remember |
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Walkin through a town called gatesville |
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You suckers out there know how norman bates feel |
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"take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!" |
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"hey what's that smell down there?" |
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"take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!" |
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"hey what's that smell down there?" |
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"take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!" |
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"hey what's that smell down there?" |
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"take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!" |
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"hey what's that smell down there?" |
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"take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!" |
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From a little town, that's right a tore down house |
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With some real estate in peatskill |
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I ran a meat market behind johnny rocket's |
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Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the east to the west |
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With the devil branded on your chest |
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I had to step up and the judge wrote confess |
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Watch the whole arkansas kansas city testify |
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Against my lies and my alibis, i was suprised |
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My lawyers dressed in black |
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And a rolls royce buried in the back |
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Arms missing, knees cut down to the knubs |
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All i had was people to grub |
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Stories to tell to the enquirer |
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How i set a bunch of people in the nightclub on fire |
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My intention was to get even like spielberg |
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Throw like stephen king, children of the corn on a swing |
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I stuck needles in your face like pinhead |
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You been dead for eighty hours in a college dorm |
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With a thunderstorm, lightning with big bolts |
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I used to hang with jim jones before he started the cults |
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The ssa, the sacrifice and serve-it angle |
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I'm the next strangler |
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"take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!" |
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"hey what's that smell down there?" |
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"take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!" |
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"hey what's that smell down there?" |
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"take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!" |
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"hey what's that smell down there?" |
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"take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!" |
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"hey what's that smell down there?" |
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"take that body and bag it, then i'm outta sight!" |
