Dr. Dooom - Redeye lyrics

Yeah dr octo
Comin' In swift
Straight from Europe back to New York city
This is Straaaaange yeah

I'm hypersonic with green skin
My face is automatic
Droppin' funk on flypaper
Birds want the static
I'm Eagle man flying southwest
With soul feathers
I rock minks with spaceships and
Wear my silver leathers bigger than Roger
No George Clinton or no Troutman
I'm like Master P "bout it bout
It" when i shout it
With power rockets gasoline
Dripping out my pockets no Isley Brothers
No slow songs for you lovers
Strictly gorilla with some
Animal sipping miller like rock groups
I come on stage with a live moose
Elephant backgrounds make Boston men
Hear my sounds galactic new wave with horses
Are talking pony my bass is peeking at you
Making clubs every weekend
With cosmic salsa
Dominican funk in your trunk
We public invoke the crowd know
My style is dope with helmets, in fact
My flying saucers in the back
I'm coming home like aliens my girls miss me
I'm flying red-eye

Adjust my seatbelt, and speed in space
With pumpkin seeds, watchin' turtles go by
With super beams on my eye at the concert
I took off for work wearing my lizard shirt
Blew up my amplifier
Blowin' earth wind and fire
With heavy computers on Soul
Train and Solid Gold
What is The Gap Band? them
Brothers man sound old
I'm nuclear feeling like mouse
Crawling on the ceiling
Let's wear this Zebra in this party
With this girl named Dedra
With vomit on the floor people
Slip and slide more
Droppin' peanuts with pepper cheese
And cold cuts
I see some G-strings bass pumpin'
With some fat butts
My tube levels are 8 compared to Grape Ape
Let women know i'm prepared
For rectum piledrivers
Don't need no monkey face anus parts
I ain't driving
I'm simply model X-4 with dragons at the door
My motions on point
On tour you play the joint
Smoke out ya eardrums i got
You bums making rum rollin' brunch
Ya album covers look like Captain Crunch
You know my attitude max
Beyond girls and cracks

I'm flying red-eye
Exaggerating all complex it goes babyface
I drop atomic
Their pops singing chicken bones
Like old bands like Cameo trying
To talk thru cans i leave you reverb
My spaceship is parked on your curb
Don't come whack like Zapp
With riddles wrapped on yo' back
I'm megaphonic, manufactured by Panasonic
Don't need no weed when i'm flying giraffe
Smoking chronic i'm on the solo i got the
Tape bound in your bo-bo
Don't try to ram on my planet
You clown feel like Bozo
My levels increase like tissues
Rubbing roman grease
You begin to phase like David
Bowie lose your clout no time for chopping
The Jackson 5 will mayday
I'm movin up with the clout
You smell the enterprise
I got more spectrum than gap
Between your girls thighs
You know my format is graphic
Now you turning catholic no motivation
Have your brain on a long vacation
That's when i fly away like a bird

I'm flying red eye

Yeah flying red eye
Dark and cloudy coming home
Got my peanuts that's all i'm eating
That's right 8 bags under this coach
Flying red eye