Crosshairs Lyrics - Mouse & The Mask - Danger Doom

The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire 

Gettin' sick and tired of a friggin' liar 

Pelican with some very soft mangoes 

A closet full of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols 

Flew the coop before you hit it let me warn you 

She did a cool hula-hoop but don't get any on you 

It's all a big scam to make y'all eat pig ham 

When he's on the mic he's like the trigger man, fig jam 

Doom, not to be confused with nobody 

Especially, since the flows he used was so nutty 

Never too woozy to go study, crews got no clues 

Like old cruddy Officer McGillicuddy 

Watch your six, he got a lot of more tricks 

Lyrics, bricks, on sticks sure got raw-nytics 

It's a gift, don't get shot for kicks 

With the same slick used to plot sick vicks with 

Spotted at a chick flick, holdin' hands 

The other one on his swollen glands, a golden chance 

That's why he kept them holes in his pants 

Rollin' in a old van is what he told his stolen fans 

Is that you true? Matched from hat to shoe 

Snafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt's Blue 

Black Jew like that's new, patch me through 

No latch attached, skat shoo, catch twenty-two 

Super, he's loaded dice nice 

And overpriced, a arm and a leg, homey life or your ice 

Villain, nag a grieving old hag 

Snag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag 

Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs 

A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more green stuff 

Instead of starvin' there be problems by the goo gobs 

Aight, somebody's robbin' Lou Dobbs and them tonight 

And he's on the next flight, moon bound 

And makes it a point to stay away from the goon pound 

Got some peers, that's gone in the lost years 

Tears and cheers, born in the crosshairs 

Hey Mr. Thundercleese 

What's that you were singing? 

(It is the Robotic Hymn of Doom) 

Well, I always say 

Nuttin' livens up a Robotic Hymn of Doom 

Better than an amazing pair of jugs