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Dr.Dooom
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Call The Cops
作词:Kurt Matlin, Keith Thornton
Jack, Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya hair With that plastic on ya head, huh Man, hey, Keith, who did ya jerry curls, man? Look good
I seen ya'll this mornin' on cops, man They had ya'll pictures, all ya profiles and everythin' Ya'll should stay low Gene called, he need five dollars
Ultimate focus behind ya neck Can't reflex with text on your lyrical index Stop the masses, rotate the fastest Afro jerry curl world, get ignited re-invited On your main sources like the Enforcers
Sub-machines spray your Liberace pianos Free style ambulances ring out your new dances While ya'll can't rap we took your Ampex We have protective custody, got your face disgustin' me
With animal like instincts, I left a dead gorilla in the skatin' rink Penetrated your Gap jeans with Black & Decker machines Alternate your scullies, catch dead rats in Saran Wrap Put used diapers on your windshield wipers Make you eat your own feces, sell your [Incomprehensible]
Pull out your colon, leave your glands swollen Uncircumcised between your mom's thighs That's right, with a face like Michael Myers I clip the ears off your bodyguards with some bloody pliers
Bound to eat a German Shepard in the Mojave Desert While ya'll talk gangsta, I push body parts in shoppin' carts Leave wigs on streets on Melrose so coroners can smell those
Arms for three days, with three legs In the back seat ya'll get the back heat With the police department scared to look at my apartment
Three weeks ago I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs Went to Ralph's and bought a six pack and some eggs Seen my face in the paper with a beard, went home and shaved Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave
Drinkin' yoo-hoos and dough nuts, ya'll punks think I'm so nuts Walkin' in hospital rooms like the black Dr. Dooom Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like Iancide You run and hide, handicap with no maps, I'm after you, throw gas at you
(The projects called the cops) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states
(The projects called the cops) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states
(The projects called the cops) 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states
(The projects called the cops) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states
Jackie Jasper with illegal drugs, sellin' for the thugs A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs, Persian rugs Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who done it? Solve it and I'll revolve it and hold it To the war, to the hogs, to the dogs
Vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, gettin' fellatio Ratio fa sho', positive why I die I live comatose tomato juice and Cherry Ho's and toast Santa and Barbara at the Barbie Coast
Most chicks licks black holes, French expose Wastin' my children on her clothes somewhere up her nose Suppose I penetrated ya neck with a Bic pen With a belt around my waist like Bookmen, don't ask my neighbors
Bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors Smokin' glass wit coleslaw hangin' out ya ass Take a blast, I'm travelin' fast, pass a nymphomaniac Diggin' up corpse, I'm a necrophiliac
Gettin' my chick back in an up-smack Had that head bobbin', joggin', cyclin', recyclin' Connivin', arrivin', hearse drivin' it's even Seven heads, ten horns, believin' evil demon
As Stella Steven retreatin' you're beatin', eatin' dead puss Sardine can smell from here to hell A gladiator wit tights under disco lights Blowin' a harmonica, yo, in Santa Monica in a Honda Name dazzle night fall the press cross, dressed you're named Rhonda
Call Macero, call Dan-O, call Cello Five-O rollin' in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San Pedro Believe me, hoe, I sold Curtis the blow
The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states
(The projects called the cops) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states
(The projects called the cops) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states
(The projects called the cops) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states (Let's book 'em)
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