Space Hoes Lyrics - Singles - Danger Doom

I don't believe this, I get rid of those two evil maniacs 

Trying to ruin my show and I get two evil guests 

Who are trying to ruin my show 

Feh, just who came up with the stupid idea of giving 

Space Ghost the talk show in the first place? 

How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal? 

Any given second he could go mad postal 

Stay wavin' that power band space cannon 

And had the nerve to jump in the face of Race Bannon 

Punked out, luckily he detonate it 

Guess who just smothered whose credited with editing it? 

He meant molter, the cop out 

And have no other career choice, he dropped out 

Since when the Wayouts included Zorak 

Way back he used to rub his thorax in Borax 

I'm not the one who sold him to it 

If he won't admit it, I'm not gonna hold him to it 

It's all love and no hate though 

For all that, he really need to get his own late show 

Do a monologue and jest with the guests 

Madlib switch the beat and walk him to the desk 

With Danger holding down the control room 

Late again returning from commercial 

I told you Doom, early, hes on BPT 

Catch him on public access free TV 

And we're back on the air with Brak, so, Brak 

How you're man got a show that's so wack? What? 

Have you ever thought to work with Earl Ignignat and them? 

Do you got enough oxygen from this toxic phlegm? 

Another sec, his neck woulda caught flames 

Mouse switch the screen to some hot dames 

Tonights audience received big screen video games 

And fifteen seconds of fame, pitiful aims, it's just a shame 

Zoning, competing for the same prime time slot as Conan 

No, dummy, Ichigawa, announcement free lunch to any stunt 

Who lets me plow her in the shower for a hour, the kids supposed 

To be sleeping or else join us sound like Road Runner, beep, beep 

Later this week Big Ben Klingon 

After him there's no one else we could afford to bring on 

Keep it ghetto and let 'em know B Y O B from the get go 

I'd like to propose a toast to the grossest host 

Space ho's coast to coast that destructor ray's a played out gag 

And that cape and the pantsuit, looking like a straight out 

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Dag, don't mean to sound crunchy 

Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her scrunchy 

A light snack hungry munchy 

Felt a funny hunch and then she told me, "Donkey, punch me" 

Tomorrow is Father Guido Sarducci 

Father MC and Charo, coochie coochie 

With her new bestseller, who you call a Hoochie 

Proud sponsor of the Snoochie Boochie Noochies 

Look Leela eyeball to eyeballs and find out 

How they get inside those sugar pie walls? 

Our next guest, a real cutie specimen 

And she's starting to get a little booty, Miss Judy Jetson 

So, Judy, boxers briefs or fig leaf 

As you know I wear my boxers over my big 

Cue the rapper, tell him to bring what little he got 

Up against Villy, he's really not diddley squat until they head hurt 

When it come to wreck, cruisers like them dudes 

Are red shirts off Star Trek, ke Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy 

Been B-boy, since you jerks first squeezed toys 

Born to be the host with the most when it's on it's on 

Space ho's, coast to coast 

You think I'm just gonna hand over my show to you? 

Doom, have you lost your fucking mind? 

Listen, I'm not gonna hand my show over to you 

You know why? Because it's my show, mine, not yours 

Space Ghost, it ain't Doom coast to coast 

Yeah, yeah, sure, here are the keys to the show 

Why don't you drive for awhile? 

Yeah, America's craving some Doom, here you go