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[Dr. Dooom]<br />Yeah.. Dr. Dooom<br />Beware when I walk in your room<br />That's right<br />a.k.a. Kool Keith<br /><br />I'm washin pots and pans, fried gorillas with tortilla chips<br />and clam dips, my pants ripped, playin Gladys Knight on Fright Night<br />with buffalo meat in your ass vomit<br />Gastric juice with french toast, balls from a moose<br />Heavy convulsion construction in your stomach tucked in<br />Leave you with Maalox and castor oil of toxic waste<br />Your area's vacant with wherehouse aroma<br />Cat turds and horse drops your face went into a coma<br />Exterminating houses, with fifty mouses, diapers and kids<br />Drivin trucks for the roach business<br />Twelve to nine I move body bags to Cedar Sinai<br />Eatin co-workers food I'm rude<br />Walk in the beverage center with a jockstrap dude<br />Approach security with a delivery<br />Never stating a major, cut cables in elevators<br />Make the rush hour stop draggin dead elephants in department stores<br />while people shop, with a briefcase from Spelmen<br />I have to tell men, get off my back<br />I'm workin overtime like a janitor with stamina<br />Buried the last bodies in Canada<br />In Toronto, I used to jerk off in a ten room condo<br />with serious surgery Dr. Dooom workin in the office building<br />Drivin some Bronco like O.J. Simpson<br />Nervous smokin a pack of Winston's<br />With twenty-seven dead people in Pontiac, Michigan<br />Twenty-eight in Denver, twenty-eight I can't remember<br />Walkin through a town called Gatesville<br />You suckers out there know how Norman Bates feel<br /><br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br /><br />From a little town, that's right a tore down house<br />with some real estate in Peatskill<br />I ran a meat market behind Johnny Rocket's<br />Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the East to the West<br />with the devil branded on your chest<br />I had to step up and the judge wrote confess<br />Watch the whole Arkansas Kansas City testify<br />against my lies and my alibis, I was suprised<br />My lawyers dressed in black<br />and a Rolls Royce buried in the back<br />Arms missing, knees cut down to the knubs<br />All I had was people to grub<br />Stories to tell to the Enquirer<br />how I set a bunch of people in the nightclub on fire<br />My intention was to get even like Spielberg<br />Throw like Stephen King, Children of the Corn on a swing<br />I stuck needles in your face like Pinhead<br />You been dead for eighty hours in a college dorm<br />with a thunderstorm, lightning with big bolts<br />I used to hang with Jim Jones before he started the cults<br />The SSA, the Sacrifice and Serve-it Angle<br />I'm the next strangler<br /><br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
Letra nueva de la canción
[Dr. Dooom]<br />Yeah.. Dr. Dooom<br />Beware when I walk in your room<br />That's right<br />a.k.a. Kool Keith<br /><br />I'm washin pots and pans, fried gorillas with tortilla chips<br />and clam dips, my pants ripped, playin Gladys Knight on Fright Night<br />with buffalo meat in your ass vomit<br />Gastric juice with french toast, balls from a moose<br />Heavy convulsion construction in your stomach tucked in<br />Leave you with Maalox and castor oil of toxic waste<br />Your area's vacant with wherehouse aroma<br />Cat turds and horse drops your face went into a coma<br />Exterminating houses, with fifty mouses, diapers and kids<br />Drivin trucks for the roach business<br />Twelve to nine I move body bags to Cedar Sinai<br />Eatin co-workers food I'm rude<br />Walk in the beverage center with a jockstrap dude<br />Approach security with a delivery<br />Never stating a major, cut cables in elevators<br />Make the rush hour stop draggin dead elephants in department stores<br />while people shop, with a briefcase from Spelmen<br />I have to tell men, get off my back<br />I'm workin overtime like a janitor with stamina<br />Buried the last bodies in Canada<br />In Toronto, I used to jerk off in a ten room condo<br />with serious surgery Dr. Dooom workin in the office building<br />Drivin some Bronco like O.J. Simpson<br />Nervous smokin a pack of Winston's<br />With twenty-seven dead people in Pontiac, Michigan<br />Twenty-eight in Denver, twenty-eight I can't remember<br />Walkin through a town called Gatesville<br />You suckers out there know how Norman Bates feel<br /><br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br /><br />From a little town, that's right a tore down house<br />with some real estate in Peatskill<br />I ran a meat market behind Johnny Rocket's<br />Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the East to the West<br />with the devil branded on your chest<br />I had to step up and the judge wrote confess<br />Watch the whole Arkansas Kansas City testify<br />against my lies and my alibis, I was suprised<br />My lawyers dressed in black<br />and a Rolls Royce buried in the back<br />Arms missing, knees cut down to the knubs<br />All I had was people to grub<br />Stories to tell to the Enquirer<br />how I set a bunch of people in the nightclub on fire<br />My intention was to get even like Spielberg<br />Throw like Stephen King, Children of the Corn on a swing<br />I stuck needles in your face like Pinhead<br />You been dead for eighty hours in a college dorm<br />with a thunderstorm, lightning with big bolts<br />I used to hang with Jim Jones before he started the cults<br />The SSA, the Sacrifice and Serve-it Angle<br />I'm the next strangler<br /><br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"<br />"Hey what's that smell down there?"<br />"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
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