Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag

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

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

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

Exterminating houses, with fifty mouses, and kids
trucks for the roach business
Twelve to nine, I body bags to Cedar Sinai
Eatin' food, I'm rude
Walk in the beverage center with a dude

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

I to tell men, get off my back
I'm workin' like a janitor with stamina
Buried the last bodies in
In Toronto, I to jerk off in a ten room condo
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 in Pontiac, Michigan
Twenty-eight in Denver, twenty-eight, I can't
Walkin' through a town called,
You suckers out there, know how Bates feel

Take that body and bag it, then I'm sight
Hey what's that smell down
that 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
Hey what's smell down there?
that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight
Hey what's smell down there?
Take that body and bag it, then I'm 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 body pieces from the East to the West
With 'The branded on your chest

I had to step up and the judge wrote
Watch the whole Arkansas City testify
my lies and my alibis, I was surprised
My lawyers dressed in black and a Rolls Royce buried in the

Arms missing, cut down to the knubs
All I had was people to grub, stories to 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, of the Corn' on a swing

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

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