Dr. Dooom Call The Cops lyrics

 
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Call The Cops by Dr. Dooom Call The Cops lyrics Songwriters: Matlin, Kurt; Thornton, Keith Mathew; Jack, Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya hair With that plastic on ya head, huh Man, hey, Keith, who did ya jerry curls, man? Look good I seen ya?ll this mornin' on cops, man They had ya?ll pictures, all ya profiles and everythin' Ya?ll should stay low Gene called, he need five dollars Ultimate focus behind ya neck Can?t reflex with text on your lyrical index Stop the masses, rotate the fastest Afro jerry 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 With 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 your [Incomprehensible] Pull out your colon, leave your glands swollen Uncircumcised between your mom?s thighs That?s right, with a face like Michael Myers I clip the ears off your bodyguards with some bloody pliers Bound to eat a German Shepard in the Mojave Desert While ya?ll talk gangsta, I push body parts in shoppin' 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 with a beard, went home and shaved Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave Drinkin? yoo-hoos and dough nuts, ya?ll punks think I?m so nuts Walkin? in hospital rooms like the black Dr. Dooom Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like Iancide You run and hide, handicap with 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) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states (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) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states Jackie Jasper with illegal drugs, sellin' for the thugs A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs, Persian rugs Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who done it? Solve it and I?ll revolve it and hold it To the war, to the hogs, to the dogs Vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, gettin' fellatio Ratio fa sho?, positive why I die I live comatose tomato juice and Cherry Ho?s and toast Santa and Barbara at the Barbie Coast Most chicks licks black holes, French expose Wastin? my children on her clothes somewhere up her nose Suppose I penetrated ya neck with a Bic pen With a belt around my waist like Bookmen, don?t ask my neighbors Bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors Smokin? glass wit coleslaw hangin? out ya ass Take a blast, I?m travelin? fast, pass a nymphomaniac Diggin? up corpse, I?m a necrophiliac Gettin' 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, believin' 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 you're named Rhonda Call Macero, call Dan-O, call Cello Five-O rollin? in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San Pedro Believe me, hoe, 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) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states (The projects called the cops) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states (The projects called the cops) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states (Let's book 'em)

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