Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag

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

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

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

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

Approach security with a
stating a major, cut cables in elevators
Make the rush hour stop draggin' dead elephants in department
While, people shop, with a briefcase Spelmen

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

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

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

From a little town, right a tore down house
With some real estate in Peat
I ran a meat behind Johnny Rocket's
Paid truckers to haul body from the East to the West
With Devil' branded on your chest

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

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

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

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