Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drivin' some Bronco O.J. Simpson
smokin' a pack of Winston's
With twenty-seven dead people in Pontiac,
Twenty-eight in Denver, twenty-eight, I can't
Walkin' a town called, Gatesville
You suckers out there, know how Bates feel

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

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

I had to step up and the judge wrote
Watch the whole 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 to the Enquirer
How I set a bunch of people in the 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 dead for eighty hours in a college
With a thunderstorm, lightning big bolts
I to hang with Jim Jones before 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 outta
Hey what's that down there?
Take that body and bag it, then I'm sight
Hey what's smell down there?
Take that body and bag it, then I'm sight
Hey that smell down there?
Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta
Hey that smell down there?
Take that body and bag it, then I'm sight