Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag

Yeah, Dr. Dooom, beware 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 your stomach in
you with Maalox and Castor oil of toxic waste
Your area's with where house aroma
Cat turds and horse drops your face into a coma

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

security with a delivery
Never stating a major, cut cables in
Make the rush hour stop draggin' elephants in department stores
While, shop, with a briefcase from Spelmen

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

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

Take that body and bag it, I'm outta sight
Hey that smell down there?
Take that body and bag it, then I'm sight
Hey what's smell down there?
Take that body and bag it, I'm outta sight
Hey what's smell down there?
Take that body and bag it, then I'm sight
Hey what's smell down there?
Take that and bag it, then 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 behind Johnny
Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the to the West
With Devil' branded on your chest

I had to step up and the judge 'Confess'
Watch the Arkansas Kansas City testify
my lies and my alibis, I was surprised
My lawyers dressed in black and a Rolls Royce in the back

Arms missing, knees cut down to the
All I had was people to grub, to tell to the Enquirer
How I set a bunch of people in the nightclub on
My intention was to get like Spielberg
Throw like King, 'Children of the Corn' on a swing

I stuck needles in face like Pinhead
You been for eighty hours in a college dorm
With a thunderstorm, lightning big bolts
I used to hang 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 smell down there?
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 outta
Hey that smell down there?
Take that body and bag it, I'm outta sight
Hey what's that down there?
Take that body and bag it, I'm outta sight