KutMasta Kurt - Body Bag lyrics

[Production by KutMasta Kurt] [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 a** 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 s**ers 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 Peatsk** 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!"