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[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 wherehouse 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 Peatskill 
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 suprised 
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!"

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