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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had to up and the judge wrote 'Confess'
the whole Arkansas Kansas City testify
Against my lies and my alibis, I was
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, stories to to the Enquirer
How I set a bunch of people in the on fire
My intention was to get like Spielberg
Throw Stephen King, 'Children of the Corn' on a swing

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

Take 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 body and bag it, then I'm outta sight
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 outta