Dr. Octagon - Do Not Disturb lyrics
[Dr. Octagon - Do Not Disturb lyrics]
Okay! Night time
It's dark outside
I'm the man with the pumpkin
Oh, no (oh yeah)
I'm above big stars with whack raps
Can you imagine the silly contestant
Tryin to spit with bras
Over a tit with shoes and slacks
Then repeated pieces of feces talkin recycled
Subjects on the major label
Lawyers solicitin tracks
I'm ashamed of everybody pressed up on wax
Because they rusty and corroded
And skirt and pump promoted
To walk the streets with
Nightgowns and teddy bears
Don't give me Teddy stares
You might as well get a petition
To add more packs of hair
Sittin in the barber chair
At your local swap meet
The kicks from Bruce Lee, you can't stop me
The buried bones and stuff (do not disturb)
Bloodstains on the pickup truck
(do not disturb)
The voodoo dolls are tough (do not disturb)
They return to dust (do not disturb)
Your chance to talk the same
Stuff is irrelevant to me
You're a glorified peasant to me
Your chick has the face of the gorilla'!
Of course she can bring a present to me
A guy that look like "Friday the
13th" Jason after he drowned
Is goin to court
Can you believe a real jealous monster's mad?
Cause my vocals stay clear
With his amputated ears on the floor
The court papers I tore you come with it
Now medical center wanna sue me
Play the back of the club Rolex release
Some more that wanna do me
Take the top of my head
Baby use the grease instead
Girls get mad put your weave into a ponytail
Head down to see basketball players with
A sign on your back
That say "booty for sale"
The worms crawl up your skin in a roach motel
In a one-star jacuzzi, my feet soak so well
Sign on the door, monkies don't ring the bell
Now that the pickup truck is fixed up
The F-150
Ridin past the hornet house, doin F one-sixty
The wolves start howlin when I
Come up the road the animals peep my flow
The reindeers jump across
My windshield wipers
The moose clap, your whole town miss me
Especially after late '95
Run up to Poughkeepsie don't test me
Slidin down your face with a jet ski
Ask anybody in circle that met me
I'm not a good babboon but
You still wanna pet me
Woman think I'm bugged out but the Louis
V notepad make you sweat me
Some with VW motors in they mind
Don't have the power to outjet me
It's dark outside
I'm the man with the pumpkin
Oh, no (oh yeah)
I'm above big stars with whack raps
Can you imagine the silly contestant
Tryin to spit with bras
Over a tit with shoes and slacks
Then repeated pieces of feces talkin recycled
Subjects on the major label
Lawyers solicitin tracks
I'm ashamed of everybody pressed up on wax
Because they rusty and corroded
And skirt and pump promoted
To walk the streets with
Nightgowns and teddy bears
Don't give me Teddy stares
You might as well get a petition
To add more packs of hair
Sittin in the barber chair
At your local swap meet
The kicks from Bruce Lee, you can't stop me
The buried bones and stuff (do not disturb)
Bloodstains on the pickup truck
(do not disturb)
The voodoo dolls are tough (do not disturb)
They return to dust (do not disturb)
Your chance to talk the same
Stuff is irrelevant to me
You're a glorified peasant to me
Your chick has the face of the gorilla'!
Of course she can bring a present to me
A guy that look like "Friday the
13th" Jason after he drowned
Is goin to court
Can you believe a real jealous monster's mad?
Cause my vocals stay clear
With his amputated ears on the floor
The court papers I tore you come with it
Now medical center wanna sue me
Play the back of the club Rolex release
Some more that wanna do me
Take the top of my head
Baby use the grease instead
Girls get mad put your weave into a ponytail
Head down to see basketball players with
A sign on your back
That say "booty for sale"
The worms crawl up your skin in a roach motel
In a one-star jacuzzi, my feet soak so well
Sign on the door, monkies don't ring the bell
Now that the pickup truck is fixed up
The F-150
Ridin past the hornet house, doin F one-sixty
The wolves start howlin when I
Come up the road the animals peep my flow
The reindeers jump across
My windshield wipers
The moose clap, your whole town miss me
Especially after late '95
Run up to Poughkeepsie don't test me
Slidin down your face with a jet ski
Ask anybody in circle that met me
I'm not a good babboon but
You still wanna pet me
Woman think I'm bugged out but the Louis
V notepad make you sweat me
Some with VW motors in they mind
Don't have the power to outjet me