Call the Cops

Dr. Dooom Jacky Jasper

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Jackie, you keep some rollers in your Head with that plastic on your head, huh? Man, hey Keith, who did your Jheri curls, man? They look good I seen y'all this morning on Cops, man They had y'all pictures, all your profiles and everything Y'all should stay low Gene called, he need five hours Ultimate focus behind your neck Kill reflex with techs on your lyrical index Stop the masses, rotate the fastest Afro Jheri curl world Get ignited, reinvited on your main sources like the enforcers Submachine spray your Liberace pianos Freestyle ambulances, bring out your new dancers While y'all can't rap, we took your Ampex for house protective custody Got your face disgusting me With animal-like instincts, I left a dead gorilla in a skating rink Penetrate your Gap jeans with Black & Decker machines Alternate your skully's, catch dead rats in Saran Wrap Put used diapers on your windshield wipers Make you eat your own feces, sell your lintrumalises Pull out your colon, leave your glands swollen Uncircumcised between your mom's thighs That's right, with a face like Michael Myers I clip the ears off your bodyguards with some bloody pliers Bound to eat a German Shepherd in the Mojave Desert While y'all talk gangster, I push body parts in shopping carts Leave wigs on streets on Melrose so coroners can smell those Arms for three days with three legs in the backseat Y'all get the back heat With the police department scared to look at my apartment Three weeks ago, I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs Went to Ralph's and bought a six-pack and some eggs Seen my face in the paper with a beard, went home to shave Took out your bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave Drinking Yoo-Hoos and donuts, y'all punks think I'm so nuts Walking in hospital rooms like the black Doctor Doom Push you in a wheelchair out the window down the steps like Ironside You run and hide, handicapped with no maps I'm after you to throw gas at you The projects called the cops The FBI got our fingerprints, heavy big weights We move in alternate states The projects called the cops The FBI got our fingerprints, heavy big weights We move in alternate states The projects called the cops The FBI got our fingerprints, heavy big weights We move in alternate states The projects called the cops The FBI got our fingerprints, heavy big weights We move in alternate states Jackie Jasper with illegal drugs, something for the thugs A bag of penises with twenty bud plugs Persian rugs with dead bodies on it Call Columbo, who done it? Solve it And I'll revolve it and hold it To the morgue, to the hogs, to the dogs Vagina with bugs, rubs, cuffs Getting fellatio, ratio for sure Positive, why die? Live Call me toast, tomato juice and cherry hoes and toast Santa and Barbara at the Barbary Coast Most chicks licks black holes, footage exposed Wasted my children on her clothes So when I'm pinocé, suppose I penetrated your neck with a big pen With a belt around my waist like Bookman Don't ask my neighbors, bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors Behaviors, smoking glass with coleslaw hanging out your ass Take a blast, I'm traveling fast past A nymphomaniac digging up corpse, I'm a necrophiliac Getting my chick back, hitting up smack, had that Head bobbing, jogging, cycling, recycling Conniving, arriving, hearse driving, it's even Seven heads, ten horns, believing Evil demon, ask Stella Steven Retreating, you're beaten, eaten Dead puss, sardine can smell from here to hell A gladiator with tights under disco lights Blowing a harmonica, yo, in Santa Monica in a Honda Name Basil, knife all depressed, cross-dress, your name Rhonda Call McGarrett, call Dano, call Cheo Five-O rolling in a Pinto From Ohio, Toledo down to San Pedro Believe me, ho, my soul Curtis is blow The FBI got our fingerprints, heavy big weights We move the alternate states The projects called the cops The FBI got our fingerprints, heavy big weights We move the alternate states The projects called the cops The FBI got our fingerprints, heavy big weights We move the alternate states The projects called the cops The FBI got our fingerprints, heavy big weights We move the alternate states