Dr. Dooom - Call The Cops lyrics

lyrics and music by Kool Keith, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom Additional lyrics by Jackie Jasper Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya hair with that plastic all on ya head, huh Man, Hey, Keith, who did ya gerry curls, man, look good I seen ya'll this mornin on ‘Cops,' man, they had ya'll pictures and all ya profiles and everything, ya'll should stay low. Gene called. He need five dollas. (Dr. Dooom) Ultimate focus behind ya neck can't reflex with text on your lyrical index Stop the ma**es rotate the fastest Afro gerry 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 ya'll can't rap we took your ampex, we have protective custody Got your face disgustin' me Wit' 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 yourleardrumbelices? Pull out your colon leave your glands swollen Uncircumcised between your mom's thighs That's right, wit a face like Michael Myers I clip the ears off your body guards with some bloody pliers Bound to eat a German Shepard in the Mohave Desert While ya'll talk gangsta I push body carts in shopping carts Leave wigs on streets on Melrose so coroners can smell those Arms for three days, with three legs in the back seat ya'll 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 Ralph's and bought a six pack and some eggs Seen my face in the paper wit a beard, went home and shaved Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave Drinkin' Yoo-Hoos and doughnuts, ya'll punks think I'm so nuts Walkin' in hospital roooms like the black Dr. Dooom Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like Iancide(sic.) You run and hide Handicap wit no maps I'm 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.) (Muthaf**ka') (Jackie Jasper) Jackie Jasper wit illegal d**, sell for the thugs: A bag of penises and twenty bu*t plugs, Persian rugs Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who dunnit, solve it And I'll revolve it And hold it, to the war to the hogs to the dogs? A vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, getting fel**tio Ratio fa sho'. Positive why I die I live comatose tomato juice and Cherry Ho's and toast Santa Barbara at the Barbie coast most? Chicks licks black holes French expose Wastin' my children on her clothes that went up her nose, suppose? I penetrated ya neck wit a Bic pen Wit a belt around my waist like Bookmen? Don't ask my neighbors, bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors Smokin' gla** wit coleslaw hangin' out ya a** Take a blast, I'm travelin' fast, pa** a nymphomaniac Diggin' up corpse I'm a necrophiliac getting my chick back In an up-smack Had that head bobbin,' joggin,' cyclin,' recyclin.' Connivin,' arrivin,' hearse drivin' it's even. Seven heads, ten horns, believing. Evil demon As Stella Steven retreatin' you're 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 your name Rhonda? Call Macero? Call Dan-O, call Cello? Five-O rollin' in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San Pedro Believe me, ho, 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) (Book em')