Lirik Lagu Neighbors Next Door - Dr. Dooom (Kool Keith)
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featuring Jacky Jasper
[Keith]Yo Jacky this Keith.It's the answering machineI left the keys under the rugThere's some meat up in the closetIf you goin through it out tonightI'ma run up to Tower Records to get a pizzaaightIma come backyeah
[Dr. Dooom]Chewin alligator meat live cowsteaksittin on old newspapers by thekitchen sinkYou think im off limits driving a 74 Dodge PlymouthUp the street with human feet colored apple-greenwith spots eatinblueberry Pop TartsWith the eighth body in my trunk my elbow bleeds with lumpsWalkin from the sanitation dump with rotten skullson my waterbed with Miller beer kegsBlood in my cabinet, ears in my closetwatchin the Raptors play the Houston RocketsWith your arms in the freezer I grab a icicleputtin fingerprints on my bicycleWalkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chickslookin at me like im sickWalkin by chin-chins I stole the keys from ya friendsLookin out ya ?Madrion? hotel window like Elvis Presleycoming down the elevatorGood evening mister excuse me pardon me with body partsAnd credit cards walkin down Sunset Boulevard past the red lightI threw a rat with mayonnaise at ya head lightsFour blonde girls screamed and put on their hi-beamsI fake like i'm ?vomiting smoking sick? threw acid on their stomachsAnd drove of with a wig down La Brea listen to a tape by SlayerParked in a parking lot behind Burger Kingeatin a raw pack of chicken wingsWith blood on my fingers I blast a CD by the Staple SingersThe cops told me to turn it down,they like my shoes from Buster BrownI went up the block an bo
[Keith]Yo Jacky this Keith.It's the answering machineI left the keys under the rugThere's some meat up in the closetIf you goin through it out tonightI'ma run up to Tower Records to get a pizzaaightIma come backyeah
[Dr. Dooom]Chewin alligator meat live cowsteaksittin on old newspapers by thekitchen sinkYou think im off limits driving a 74 Dodge PlymouthUp the street with human feet colored apple-greenwith spots eatinblueberry Pop TartsWith the eighth body in my trunk my elbow bleeds with lumpsWalkin from the sanitation dump with rotten skullson my waterbed with Miller beer kegsBlood in my cabinet, ears in my closetwatchin the Raptors play the Houston RocketsWith your arms in the freezer I grab a icicleputtin fingerprints on my bicycleWalkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chickslookin at me like im sickWalkin by chin-chins I stole the keys from ya friendsLookin out ya ?Madrion? hotel window like Elvis Presleycoming down the elevatorGood evening mister excuse me pardon me with body partsAnd credit cards walkin down Sunset Boulevard past the red lightI threw a rat with mayonnaise at ya head lightsFour blonde girls screamed and put on their hi-beamsI fake like i'm ?vomiting smoking sick? threw acid on their stomachsAnd drove of with a wig down La Brea listen to a tape by SlayerParked in a parking lot behind Burger Kingeatin a raw pack of chicken wingsWith blood on my fingers I blast a CD by the Staple SingersThe cops told me to turn it down,they like my shoes from Buster BrownI went up the block an bo
