Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag

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

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

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

houses, with fifty mouses, diapers and kids
Drivin' trucks for the 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 a delivery
stating a major, cut cables in elevators
Make the rush hour stop draggin' dead in department stores
While, shop, with a briefcase from Spelmen

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

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

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

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

I had to step up and the wrote 'Confess'
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

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

I stuck needles in face like Pinhead
You been dead for eighty 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

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