Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag

Yeah, Dr. Dooom, beware I walk in your room
That's right, A K A, Keith

I'm washin' pots and pans, fried gorillas tortilla chips
And dips, my pants ripped, playin' 'Gladys Knight'
On night, with buffalo meat in your ass vomit
Gastric juice with toast, balls from a moose

convulsion construction in your stomach tucked in
Leave you Maalox and Castor oil of toxic waste
Your area's vacant with house aroma
Cat turds and horse drops your face went into a

Exterminating houses, with fifty mouses, and kids
Drivin' trucks for the roach
Twelve to nine, I move body to Cedar Sinai
Eatin' food, I'm rude
Walk in the beverage with a jockstrap dude

Approach with a delivery
Never a major, cut cables in elevators
Make the hour stop draggin' dead elephants in department stores
While, people shop, with a briefcase from

I have to men, get off my back
I'm workin' overtime like a janitor stamina
Buried the bodies in Canada
In Toronto, I to jerk off in a ten room condo
serious surgery Dr. Dooom workin' in the office building

Drivin' some Bronco like O.J.
smokin' a pack of Winston's
With twenty-seven people in Pontiac, Michigan
in Denver, twenty-eight, I can't remember
Walkin' through a town called,
You out there, know how Norman Bates feel

Take that body and bag it, I'm outta sight
Hey what's that smell there?
Take that body and bag it, then I'm sight
Hey that smell down there?
Take that body and bag it, I'm outta sight
Hey what's that down there?
that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight
Hey what's that down there?
Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta

From a little town, that's a tore down house
With some estate in Peat skill
I ran a meat market behind Rocket's
Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the to the West
With 'The Devil' branded on your

I had to step up and the judge 'Confess'
Watch the whole Kansas City testify
Against my and my alibis, I was surprised
My dressed in black and a Rolls Royce buried in the back

Arms missing, knees cut to the knubs
All I had was people to grub, stories to to the Enquirer
How I set a of people in the nightclub on fire
My intention was to get like Spielberg
Throw like Stephen King, 'Children of the Corn' on a

I stuck needles in your like Pinhead
You been dead for eighty hours in a college
a thunderstorm, lightning with big bolts
I used to hang with Jim before he started the cults
The SSA, the Sacrifice and Serve-it Angle, I'm the next

Take body and bag it, then I'm outta sight
Hey that smell down there?
Take that body and bag it, then I'm sight
Hey what's that down there?
Take that body and bag it, I'm outta sight
Hey that smell down there?
Take body and bag it, then I'm outta sight
Hey what's that down there?
Take body and bag it, then I'm outta sight