TomC3 - Clubber Lang lyrics

(Emergency, emergency! .. Emergency, emergency!) [Kool Keith] I'm the doorman, civil court elevation carrier Press 18 to go up, BING BONG~! You made it look out the window off the Enterprise Your face show up, what is it, who are you? I want it Lift this planetation now God damnit, what is this Scotty? Makin him out to be a 3-eyed monster restin on the potty Waitin 'til the bat is spanish Coconut rum, wearin alloyed factors equal to the slum E.T. tour with Igor From the new runs to the sea core The Bay rock with E-4' Open the club to psychotic lights After it's over it's time for the afterf** and the grub Everybody get they heads rubbed A ma**age... [Motion Man] Yeah I know Still double sensitive with two 40's of Olde Gold I'm covered in regurgitation when askin wife for s** Man move your borin a** You need to come touch grime grit grease breath vomit smell chest Keith honk the Enterprise horn, scare that boy With shadow puppets like come out of puppets who k** I mean Canada, as a kid I looked under my bed Saw the Boogeyman, I told him that's right He sleep under my bunk, and hold my pocket out there When we in population My circulation Azazel fall in my jubilation Lick my finger, put it in the air The baromic club temp is low, soft interior hard fake Makeovers, cla**ic protection, people think they're glamorous Keith stare at that mammal 'til all the bodyguards turn "I Robot" With Dan Marino type accuracy I send a spiral to Sealy posturepedic mattressing Laying down, laying down, laying down, laying down (laying down)