DANGERDOOM - Space Ho's lyrics

I don't believe this!
I get rid of those two evil maniacs
Who try to ruin my show
And I get two evil GUESTS who
Are trying to ruin my show
FEH! Just who came up with the stupid idea
Of giving Space Ghost a talk
Show in the first place?

How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal?
Any given second he could go mad postal
Stay wavin' that power band space cannon
And have the nerve to jump in
The face of Race Bannon
And punked out luckily he deaded it
And guess who's the schmuck who's
Credited with editing it?
Your man Moltar, the cop out
Ain't have no other career choice
He dropped out
Since when the Way-Outs included Zorak
Way back he used to rub his thorax in Borax
(hahahahah)
I'm not the one that sold him to it
If he won't admit it
I'm not gonna hold him to it
It's all love and no hate though
For all that
The Villain need to get his own late show
Do a monologue and jest with the guests
Madlib, switch the beat and walk
Him to the desk
With Danger holding down the control room
Late again returning from commercial -
I told you DOOM! Early, he's on BPT
Catch him on public access free TV
And we're back, live on the air with Brak
("hey!") so Brak
How your man got a show that's so whack?
("What?") have you ever thought to work with
Err and Ignignokt an' them?
And do you got enough oxygen
From this toxic phlegm?
Another sec', his neck woulda got flames
Mouse switched the screen to some hot dames
Tonight's audience will receive
Miscreant videogames
And fifteen seconds of fame, pitiful lames
It's just a shame I'm zonin'
Competin' for the same prime
Time slot as Conan no dummy, Ichigawa
Announcement free lunch to any stunt
Who lets me plow her
In the shower for an hour
The kids 'sposed to be asleep
Or else the joint will sound like
Road Runner - BEEP BEEP!
Later this week, Big Ben Klingon
After him there's no one else we
Could afford to bring on keep it ghetto
And let 'em know, BYOB from the get go
(Ahem) I'd like to propose a toast
To the grossest host
Space Ho's Coast to Coast
That destructo ray's a played out gag
And the cape and the pants suit
Lookin like a straight out-
Dag! Don't mean to sound crunchy
Hit a honey from the back
And crumpled up her scrunchie
A light snack, hungry munchy
Felt a funny hunch then she
Told him donkey punch me
Tomorrow it's Father Guido Sarducci
Father MC, and Charo "Coochie Coochie"
With her new best seller
"Who You Call a Hoochie?"
A proud sponsor of the
Snoochie boochie noochies
Look Leela eyeball to eyeballs
And find out how to get
Inside them sugar pie walls
Our next guest a real cutey specimen
And she's startin' to get a little moody
Miss Judy Jetson
So Judy boxers, briefs or fig leaf?

Cue the rapper tell him bring
What little he got up against the Villy
It's really not diddly-squat
Until they head hurts - when it come to wreck
Crews is like them dudes in
Red shirts off Star Trek
He Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy been B-Boy
Since you jerks first squeezed toys
Born to be the host with the most
When it's on it's on
Space Ho's Coast to Coast
You think I'm just gonna hand
Over my show to you, dOOM?
Have you lost your fucking mind?
Listen I'm not gonna hand my show over to you
You know why? Because, it's my show
Mine, not yours - Space Ghost
It ain't "DOOM Coast to Coast"
Yeah, yeah sure
Here are the keys to the show
Why don't you drive for a while?
Yeah America's cravin some DOOM, here you go