Dr. Dooom, Jacky Jasper - Neighbors Next Door lyrics
[Dr. Dooom, Jacky Jasper - Neighbors Next Door lyrics]
Yo Jacky, this Keith
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug
There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin through it out tonight
I'mma run up to Tower Records to get a pizza
Aight ima come back yeah
Chewin alligator meat live cowsteak
Sittin on old newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think im off limit's driving
A 74 Dodge Plymouth up the street with human
Feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin' blueberry Pop Tarts
With the eighth body in my trunk
My elbow bleeds with lumps
Walkin from the sanitation dump
With rotten skulls
On my waterbed with Miller beer kegs
Blood in my cabinet, ears in my closet
Watchin the Raptors play the Houston Rockets
With your arms in the freezer I grab a icicle
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at
The club?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin chins I stole
The keys from ya friends
Lookin out ya Mondrian hotel
Window like Elvis Presley
Coming down the elevator
Good evening mister excuse me pardon
Me with body parts
And credit cards walkin down Sunset
Boulevard past the red light
I threw a rat with mayonnaise
At ya head lights
Four blonde girls screamed and
Put on their hi-beams
I fake like I'm vomiting smoking cigs
Threw acid on their stomach
And drove of with a wig down La
Brea listen to a tape by Slayer
Parked in a parking lot behind Burger King
Eatin a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers I blast
A CD by the Staple Singers
The cops told me to turn it down
They like my shoes from Buster Brown
I went up the block an bought some incense
For the bone smells in
The air conditioner vents
Hey kid need twenty cents havin
A cook-out with my neighbor
How ya like the meat flavor mmmm
Ya shell shocked
Cuts a rock mad?blood? vulcan like Spock
Pull ya ribs out suck ya own cock
Block twenty-five knots laid up outta luck
Cut ya ass open stuff ya like a duck what
?Attraction? recarnation in a
Slump twenty-five cents
And a german dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa from the jump junk
In veins impedes the brain hijackin planes
Pull a kotex out of Louis Lane
Explain the sky rain
Cadillacs and dead bitches
Consort with witches
Twenty-five sistas pussies with blisters
We burn'em in rivers
Saviors of pimps and concubines
Have you ever asked yourself will
You fuck Marilyn Manson
Or become Charlie Manson
Death Wish, I become Charles Bronson
Take your testicles and your dick for ransom
In a tea jar right next to the cookie jar
With nose and tit's smoking a cigar
Beverly Hills superstar Jacky Jasper
Keith aka Dr dooom
Twenty-five dead chicks with an ice pick
Machine guns galactica brooms pay
For room two into sci-fi we stay fly
Seven heads an ten horns
Side died ripped open eyeball
For a subway token
Asshole broken manics in a
Cave spandex columbo smokin
Panties in liquid pinesol soakin
Selling glass to Dr bones
Dr dooom?ass lie on cellphone?
Sportin scuba fins in a limo
Eatin fingers on a hunt
Attached with a pick ass out dick out
Nigga what you want?
I want a kotex with whip cream
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug
There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin through it out tonight
I'mma run up to Tower Records to get a pizza
Aight ima come back yeah
Chewin alligator meat live cowsteak
Sittin on old newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think im off limit's driving
A 74 Dodge Plymouth up the street with human
Feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin' blueberry Pop Tarts
With the eighth body in my trunk
My elbow bleeds with lumps
Walkin from the sanitation dump
With rotten skulls
On my waterbed with Miller beer kegs
Blood in my cabinet, ears in my closet
Watchin the Raptors play the Houston Rockets
With your arms in the freezer I grab a icicle
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at
The club?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin chins I stole
The keys from ya friends
Lookin out ya Mondrian hotel
Window like Elvis Presley
Coming down the elevator
Good evening mister excuse me pardon
Me with body parts
And credit cards walkin down Sunset
Boulevard past the red light
I threw a rat with mayonnaise
At ya head lights
Four blonde girls screamed and
Put on their hi-beams
I fake like I'm vomiting smoking cigs
Threw acid on their stomach
And drove of with a wig down La
Brea listen to a tape by Slayer
Parked in a parking lot behind Burger King
Eatin a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers I blast
A CD by the Staple Singers
The cops told me to turn it down
They like my shoes from Buster Brown
I went up the block an bought some incense
For the bone smells in
The air conditioner vents
Hey kid need twenty cents havin
A cook-out with my neighbor
How ya like the meat flavor mmmm
Ya shell shocked
Cuts a rock mad?blood? vulcan like Spock
Pull ya ribs out suck ya own cock
Block twenty-five knots laid up outta luck
Cut ya ass open stuff ya like a duck what
?Attraction? recarnation in a
Slump twenty-five cents
And a german dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa from the jump junk
In veins impedes the brain hijackin planes
Pull a kotex out of Louis Lane
Explain the sky rain
Cadillacs and dead bitches
Consort with witches
Twenty-five sistas pussies with blisters
We burn'em in rivers
Saviors of pimps and concubines
Have you ever asked yourself will
You fuck Marilyn Manson
Or become Charlie Manson
Death Wish, I become Charles Bronson
Take your testicles and your dick for ransom
In a tea jar right next to the cookie jar
With nose and tit's smoking a cigar
Beverly Hills superstar Jacky Jasper
Keith aka Dr dooom
Twenty-five dead chicks with an ice pick
Machine guns galactica brooms pay
For room two into sci-fi we stay fly
Seven heads an ten horns
Side died ripped open eyeball
For a subway token
Asshole broken manics in a
Cave spandex columbo smokin
Panties in liquid pinesol soakin
Selling glass to Dr bones
Dr dooom?ass lie on cellphone?
Sportin scuba fins in a limo
Eatin fingers on a hunt
Attached with a pick ass out dick out
Nigga what you want?
I want a kotex with whip cream