Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag

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

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

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

Exterminating houses, with mouses, diapers and kids
Drivin' for the roach business
Twelve to nine, I body bags to Cedar Sinai
Eatin' co-workers food, I'm
Walk in the beverage center with a dude

Approach security with a
Never stating a major, cut in elevators
Make the rush hour stop draggin' elephants in department stores
While, people shop, with a from Spelmen

I to tell men, get off my back
I'm workin' like a janitor with stamina
Buried the last bodies in
In Toronto, I to jerk off in a ten room condo
With surgery Dr. Dooom workin' in the office building

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

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

From a town, that's right a tore down house
some real estate in Peat skill
I ran a meat market Johnny Rocket's
Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the East to the
With 'The Devil' on your chest

I had to step up and the judge wrote
Watch the Arkansas Kansas City testify
Against my lies and my alibis, I was
My dressed in black and a Rolls Royce buried in the back

Arms missing, knees cut down to the
All I had was people to grub, stories to tell to the
How I set a bunch of people in the nightclub on
My was to get even like Spielberg
Throw Stephen King, 'Children of the Corn' on a swing

I stuck in your face like Pinhead
You been dead for hours in a college dorm
With a thunderstorm, lightning with big
I used to hang with Jim Jones before he started the
The SSA, the and Serve-it Angle, I'm the next strangler

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