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[Dr. Dooom]
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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!"
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Body Bag
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| Dr. Dooom |
