Kool Keith, TomC3 , Motion Man - Clubber Lang lyrics
[Kool Keith, TomC3 , Motion Man - Clubber Lang lyrics]
(Emergency, emergency! emergency, emergency)
I'm the doorman
Civil court elevation carrier
Press 18 to go up, BING BONG'!
You made it look out the
Window off the Enterprise
Your face show up, what is it
Who are you? I want it
Lift this planetation now
God damnit, what is this Scotty?
Makin him out to be a 3-eyed
Monster restin on the potty
Waitin 'til the bat is spanish coconut rum
Wearin alloyed factors equal to the slum
ET tour with Igor
From the new runs to the sea core
The Bay rock with E-4'
Open the club to psychotic lights
After it's over it's time for
The afterfuck and the grub
Everybody get they heads rubbed a massage
Yeah I know still double sensitive with two
40's of Olde Gold
I'm covered in regurgitation when
Askin wife for sex man move your borin ass
You need to come touch grime grit
Grease breath vomit smell chest
Keith honk the Enterprise horn
Scare that boy
With shadow puppets like come out
Of puppets who kill
I mean Canada, as a kid I looked under my bed
Saw the Boogeyman, I told him that's right
He sleep under my bunk
And hold my pocket out there
When we in population
My circulation Azazel fall in my jubilation
Lick my finger, put it in the air
The baromic club temp is low
Soft interior hard fake
Makeovers, classic protection
People think they're glamorous
Keith stare at that mammal 'til all
The bodyguards turn "I Robot"
With Dan Marino type accuracy
I send a spiral to
Sealy posturepedic mattressing
Laying down, laying down, laying down
Laying down (laying down)
I'm the doorman
Civil court elevation carrier
Press 18 to go up, BING BONG'!
You made it look out the
Window off the Enterprise
Your face show up, what is it
Who are you? I want it
Lift this planetation now
God damnit, what is this Scotty?
Makin him out to be a 3-eyed
Monster restin on the potty
Waitin 'til the bat is spanish coconut rum
Wearin alloyed factors equal to the slum
ET tour with Igor
From the new runs to the sea core
The Bay rock with E-4'
Open the club to psychotic lights
After it's over it's time for
The afterfuck and the grub
Everybody get they heads rubbed a massage
Yeah I know still double sensitive with two
40's of Olde Gold
I'm covered in regurgitation when
Askin wife for sex man move your borin ass
You need to come touch grime grit
Grease breath vomit smell chest
Keith honk the Enterprise horn
Scare that boy
With shadow puppets like come out
Of puppets who kill
I mean Canada, as a kid I looked under my bed
Saw the Boogeyman, I told him that's right
He sleep under my bunk
And hold my pocket out there
When we in population
My circulation Azazel fall in my jubilation
Lick my finger, put it in the air
The baromic club temp is low
Soft interior hard fake
Makeovers, classic protection
People think they're glamorous
Keith stare at that mammal 'til all
The bodyguards turn "I Robot"
With Dan Marino type accuracy
I send a spiral to
Sealy posturepedic mattressing
Laying down, laying down, laying down
Laying down (laying down)