Call The Cops Lyrics - Singles - Dr. Dooom

Jack, Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya hair 

With that plastic on ya head, huh 

Man, hey, Keith, who did ya jerry curls, man? 

Look good 

I seen yall this mornin' on cops, man 

They had yall pictures, all ya profiles and everythin' 

Yall should stay low 

Gene called, he need five dollars 

Ultimate focus behind ya neck 

Cant reflex with text on your lyrical index 

Stop the masses, rotate the fastest 

Afro jerry curl world, get ignited re-invited 

On your main sources like the Enforcers 

Sub-machines spray your Liberace pianos 

Free style ambulances ring out your new dances 

While yall cant rap we took your Ampex 

We have protective custody, got your face disgustin me 

With animal like instincts, I left a dead gorilla in the skatin rink 

Penetrated your Gap jeans with Black & Decker machines 

Alternate your scullies, catch dead rats in Saran Wrap 

Put used diapers on your windshield wipers 

Make you eat your own feces, sell your [Incomprehensible] 

Pull out your colon, leave your glands swollen 

Uncircumcised between your moms thighs 

Thats right, with a face like Michael Myers 

I clip the ears off your bodyguards with some bloody pliers 

Bound to eat a German Shepard in the Mojave Desert 

While yall talk gangsta, I push body parts in shoppin' carts 

Leave wigs on streets on Melrose so coroners can smell those 

Arms for three days, with three legs 

In the back seat yall get the back heat 

With the police department scared to look at my apartment 

Three weeks ago I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs 

Went to Ralphs and bought a six pack and some eggs 

Seen my face in the paper with a beard, went home and shaved 

Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave 

Drinkin yoo-hoos and dough nuts, yall punks think Im so nuts 

Walkin in hospital rooms like the black Dr. Dooom 

Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like Iancide 

You run and hide, handicap with no maps, Im after you, throw gas at you 

(The projects called the cops) 

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints 

Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states 

(The projects called the cops) 

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints 

Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states 

(The projects called the cops) 

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints 

Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states 

(The projects called the cops) 

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints 

Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states 

Jackie Jasper with illegal drugs, sellin' for the thugs 

A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs, Persian rugs 

Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who done it? 

Solve it and Ill revolve it and hold it 

To the war, to the hogs, to the dogs 

Vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, gettin' fellatio 

Ratio fa sho, positive why I die 

I live comatose tomato juice and Cherry Hos and toast 

Santa and Barbara at the Barbie Coast 

Most chicks licks black holes, French expose 

Wastin my children on her clothes somewhere up her nose 

Suppose I penetrated ya neck with a Bic pen 

With a belt around my waist like Bookmen, dont ask my neighbors 

Bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors 

Smokin glass wit coleslaw hangin out ya ass 

Take a blast, Im travelin fast, pass a nymphomaniac 

Diggin up corpse, Im a necrophiliac 

Gettin' my chick back in an up-smack 

Had that head bobbin', joggin', cyclin', recyclin' 

Connivin', arrivin', hearse drivin its even 

Seven heads, ten horns, believin' evil demon 

As Stella Steven retreatin youre beatin, eatin dead puss 

Sardine can smell from here to hell 

A gladiator wit tights under disco lights 

Blowin a harmonica, yo, in Santa Monica in a Honda 

Name dazzle night fall the press cross, dressed you're named Rhonda 

Call Macero, call Dan-O, call Cello 

Five-O rollin in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San Pedro 

Believe me, hoe, I sold Curtis the blow 

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints 

Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states 

(The projects called the cops) 

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints 

Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states 

(The projects called the cops) 

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints 

Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states 

(The projects called the cops) 

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints 

Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states 

(Let's book 'em)