Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag

Yeah, Dr. Dooom, beware when I in your room
right, A K A, Kool Keith

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

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

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

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

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

Drivin' some Bronco like O.J.
Nervous a pack of Winston's
twenty-seven dead people in Pontiac, Michigan
Twenty-eight in Denver, twenty-eight, I remember
through a town called, Gatesville
You out there, know how Norman Bates feel

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

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

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

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

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

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