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 ass 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 suckers 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 Peatskill
 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