Neighbors Next Door Lyrics - Singles - Dr. Dooom

Yo Jacky, this Keith 

It's the answering machine 

I left the keys under the rug 

There's some meat up in the closet 

If you goin' throw it out tonight 

I'ma run up to Tower Records to get a pizza 

Alright, I'ma come back, yeah 

Chewin' alligator meat live cow steak 

Sittin' on old newspapers by the kitchen sink 

You think I'm off limits driving a 74 Dodge Plymouth 

Up the street with human feet colored apple-green 

With spots eatin' blueberry Pop Tarts 

With the eighth body in my trunk my elbow bleeds with lumps 

Walkin' from the sanitation dump with rotten skulls 

On my watered with Miller beer kegs 

Blood in my cabinet, ears in my closet 

Watchin' the Raptors play the Houston Rockets 

With your arms in the freezer I grab a icicle 

Puttin' fingerprints on my bicycle 

Walkin' up to have a drink at the club 

There is three Irish chicks, lookin' at me like I'm sick 

Walkin' by Chin-Chins I stole the keys from ya friends 

Lookin' out ya Madrion hotel window 

Like Elvis Presley coming down the elevator 

Good evening mister, excuse me, pardon me with body parts 

And credit cards walkin' down Sunset Boulevard past the red light 

I threw a rat with mayonnaise at ya head lights 

Four blonde girls screamed and put on their hi-beams 

I fake like I'm vomiting, smoking sick, threw acid on their stomachs 

And drove off with a wig down La Brea listen to a tape by Slayer 

Parked in a parking lot behind Burger King 

Eatin' a raw pack of chicken wings 

With blood on my fingers 

I blast a CD by the Staple Singers 

The cops told me to turn it down 

They like my shoes from Buster Brown 

I went up the block and bought some incense 

For the bone smells in the air conditioner vents 

Hey, kid need twenty cents 

Havin' a cook-out with my neighbor 

How ya like the meat flavor ? Mmm 

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor 

Sorry 'bout the noise last night 

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor 

Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper 

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor 

Don't mind the smell from across the hall 

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor 

See ya at twelve midnight comin' over 

Ya shell shocked, cuts a rock mad blood Vulcan like Spock 

Pull ya ribs out, suck ya own cock 

Block twenty-five knots laid up outta luck 

Cut ya ass open stuff ya like a duck what 

Attraction recarnations in a slump twenty five cents 

And a German dick pumped up 

Shoulda known the killa' from the jump junk 

In veins impedes the brain hijackin' planes 

Pull a Kotex out of Louis Lane, explain the sky rain 

Cadillacs and dead bitches consort with witches 

Twenty five sistas pussies with blisters we burn 'em in rivers 

Saviors of pimps and concubines 

Have you ever asked yourself will you fuck Marilyn Manson 

Or become Charlie Manson death wish 

Or become Charles Bronson 

Take your testicles and your dick for ransom 

In a tea jar right next to the cookie jar 

With nose and tits smoking a cigar 

Beverly Hills superstar Jacky Jasper 

Keith A K A Dr. Dooom 

Twenty five dead chicks with an ice pick 

Machine guns Galactica brooms pay for room two 

Into sci-fi we stay fly, seven heads an ten horns 

Side died ripped open eyeball for a subway token 

Asshole broken manics in a cave Spandex Columbo smokin' 

Panties in liquid Pinesol soakin' 

Selling glass to Dr. Bones, Dr. Dooom ass lie on cellphone 

Sportin scuba fins in a limo, eatin' fingers on a hunt 

Attached with a pick ass out dick out 

Nigga what you want? I want a Kotex with whip cream 

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor 

Sorry 'bout the noise last night 

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor 

Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper 

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor 

Don't mind the smell from across the hall 

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor 

I'm comin' over at twelve midnight to borrow some sugar