DANGERDOOM - Crosshairs lyrics
[DANGERDOOM - Crosshairs lyrics]
The fat is in the fire
A fryer made of chicken wire
Gettin' sick and tired of a friggin' liar
Pelican, with some very soft mangos
A closet full of skeletons
And terry cloth Kangols
Flew the coop, before you hit it
Let me warn you she did a cool hula hoop but
Don't get any on you
It's all a big scam to make y'all eat pig ham
When he's on the mic
He's like the triggerman, fIGJAM
DOOM, not to be confused with nobody
Especially, since the flows he
Used was so nutty
Never too woozy to go study
Crews got no clues like
Old cruddy Officer McGillicuddy
Watch your six, he got a lot of more tricks
Lyrics, bricks, on sticks sure got raw-nytics
It's a gift, don't get shot for kicks
With the same slick used to
Plot sick vics with
Spotted at a chick flick, holdin' hands
The other one on his swollen glans
A golden chance
That's why he kept them holes in his pants
Rollin' in a old van
Is what he told his stolen fans
Is that you? True, matched from hat to shoe
Snafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt's Blue
Black Jew like that's new, patch me through
No latch attached, skat shoo
Catch twenty-two
Super, he's loaded dice nice and overpriced
An arm and a leg owe 'em
Your life or your ice
Villain, nag a grieving old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic cord
And leave him holding the bag
Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs
A keen drum machine buff
Who fiends for more green stuff
Instead of starvin' there be problems
By the goo gobs
Aight, somebody's robbin' Lou Dobbs
And them tonight
And he's on the next flight, moon bound
And makes it a point to stay
Away from the goon pound
Got some peers that's gone in the lost years
Tears and cheers, born in the crosshairs
Why are you listening to this backwards?
(reversed) hey Mr thundercleese
What's that you were singing?
It is the Robotic Hymn of Doom
Well I always say
Nothin livens up a Robotic Hymn of Doom
Better than an amazing pair of jugs!
A fryer made of chicken wire
Gettin' sick and tired of a friggin' liar
Pelican, with some very soft mangos
A closet full of skeletons
And terry cloth Kangols
Flew the coop, before you hit it
Let me warn you she did a cool hula hoop but
Don't get any on you
It's all a big scam to make y'all eat pig ham
When he's on the mic
He's like the triggerman, fIGJAM
DOOM, not to be confused with nobody
Especially, since the flows he
Used was so nutty
Never too woozy to go study
Crews got no clues like
Old cruddy Officer McGillicuddy
Watch your six, he got a lot of more tricks
Lyrics, bricks, on sticks sure got raw-nytics
It's a gift, don't get shot for kicks
With the same slick used to
Plot sick vics with
Spotted at a chick flick, holdin' hands
The other one on his swollen glans
A golden chance
That's why he kept them holes in his pants
Rollin' in a old van
Is what he told his stolen fans
Is that you? True, matched from hat to shoe
Snafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt's Blue
Black Jew like that's new, patch me through
No latch attached, skat shoo
Catch twenty-two
Super, he's loaded dice nice and overpriced
An arm and a leg owe 'em
Your life or your ice
Villain, nag a grieving old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic cord
And leave him holding the bag
Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs
A keen drum machine buff
Who fiends for more green stuff
Instead of starvin' there be problems
By the goo gobs
Aight, somebody's robbin' Lou Dobbs
And them tonight
And he's on the next flight, moon bound
And makes it a point to stay
Away from the goon pound
Got some peers that's gone in the lost years
Tears and cheers, born in the crosshairs
Why are you listening to this backwards?
(reversed) hey Mr thundercleese
What's that you were singing?
It is the Robotic Hymn of Doom
Well I always say
Nothin livens up a Robotic Hymn of Doom
Better than an amazing pair of jugs!