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| [Dr. Dooom] Okay~! It's about 7:30 People gettin dressed to go out I'm ready to use my Home Depot equipment to chop into your shipment I'm the super of your building with the hand comin out the ceiling The original Wolfman of rap with Lily Monster on my lap Hittin you in the face with four rollers Microwave up your Big Mac with a dead rat You think you construction? I got tools that'll cut through your hard hat Follow your blackout with a hard back Run over your face with four black tires Now you crushed up under a Mack With special victim units snappin shots of your buttcrack You sippin poison to this track Bones sent down South to North Cakalak Wit'cha face cut off in the trunk in the back of a Cadillac Messin with the cousin of Leatherface, you shoulda known that Skuller version now your hair won't grow back [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm creepin, cuttin up tonight I'm creepin, at your party that's right [Dr. Dooom] You try not to be there in the area when I come out the basement to present the bull's ass award You see the spotted truck with dingy wheels You keep walkin and movin forward Imagine "Halloween," Michael Myers Rakin the hammer and bangin the nails in your Bentley Coupe tires Wrappin your face up with jumper cable wires Tie you up in the backseat of the car and set your motor on fire Nonchalant talkin to police officers, I'm calm standin right by ya Lovin the siren sounds, volume higher With custom work boots, puffin durable to walk on top of the back of your neck, you know they work duke When I get to chewin them bones they make you puke Non-stop send 'em to big chop syndrome Your fingers I hot dog vend 'em With barbecue sauce you see that barbecue toss Your legs soak in a pot for a full cost Too much for a full horse Three rhinoceros, Mr. Snuffleupagus She weighses about as much as all of us [Chorus] [Dr. Dooom] I'm workin double shift with my lamp and pumpkin Lookin over there, don't you see somethin? That's some forensic investigation research The feds love to invade my turf I'm eatin my peanut butter sandwiches with three different shirts One pinstripe, one plaid One that makes me wake up with scissors mad Leave with your ears in the department store shopping bag Put the roach spray in your stomach Stash your pelvis in the back of the Jag Now you packed up with pants in the back with the spare tire with the blue bag Hangin in the plastic with a new tag [Chorus] |
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