Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had to step up and the judge wrote
Watch the whole Arkansas Kansas 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 to the Enquirer
How I set a of people in the nightclub on fire
My intention was to get even Spielberg
Throw Stephen King, 'Children of the Corn' on a swing

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

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