Body Bag Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Yeah, Dr. Dooom, beware when I walk in your room 

That's right, A K A, Kool Keith 

I'm washin' pots and pans, fried gorillas with tortilla chips 

And clam dips, my pants ripped, playin' 'Gladys Knight' 

On Fright night, with buffalo meat in your ass vomit 

Gastric juice with French toast, balls from a moose 

Heavy convulsion construction in your stomach tucked in 

Leave you with Maalox and Castor oil of toxic waste 

Your area's vacant with where house aroma 

Cat turds and horse drops your face went into a coma 

Exterminating houses, with fifty mouses, diapers and kids 

Drivin' trucks for the roach business 

Twelve to nine, I move body bags to Cedar Sinai 

Eatin' co-workers food, I'm rude 

Walk in the beverage center with a jockstrap dude 

Approach security with a delivery 

Never stating a major, cut cables in elevators 

Make the rush hour stop draggin' dead elephants in department stores 

While, people shop, with a briefcase from Spelmen 

I have to tell men, get off my back 

I'm workin' overtime like a janitor with stamina 

Buried the last bodies in Canada 

In Toronto, I used to jerk off in a ten room condo 

With serious surgery Dr. Dooom workin' in the office building 

Drivin' some Bronco like O.J. Simpson 

Nervous smokin' a pack of Winston's 

With twenty-seven dead people in Pontiac, Michigan 

Twenty-eight in Denver, twenty-eight, I can't remember 

Walkin' through a town called, Gatesville 

You suckers out there, know how Norman Bates feel 

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

Hey what's that smell down there? 

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

Hey what's that smell down there? 

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

Hey what's that smell down there? 

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

Hey what's that smell down there? 

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

From a little town, that's right a tore down house 

With some real estate in Peat skill 

I ran a meat market behind Johnny Rocket's 

Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the East to the West 

With 'The Devil' branded on your chest 

I had to step up and the judge wrote 'Confess' 

Watch the whole Arkansas Kansas City testify 

Against my lies and my alibis, I was surprised 

My lawyers dressed in black and a Rolls Royce buried in the back 

Arms missing, knees cut down to the knubs 

All I had was people to grub, stories to tell to the Enquirer 

How I set a bunch of people in the nightclub on fire 

My intention was to get even like Spielberg 

Throw like Stephen King, 'Children of the Corn' on a swing 

I stuck needles in your face like Pinhead 

You been dead for eighty hours in a college dorm 

With a thunderstorm, lightning with big bolts 

I used to hang with Jim Jones before he started the cults 

The SSA, the Sacrifice and Serve-it Angle, I'm the next strangler 

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

Hey what's that smell down there? 

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

Hey what's that smell down there? 

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

Hey what's that smell down there? 

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

Hey what's that smell down there? 

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