featuring Jacky Jasper

[Keith]

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'ma run up to Tower Records to get a pizza

aight

Ima come back

yeah

[Dr. Dooom]

Chewin alligator meat live cowsteak

sittin on old newspapers by thekitchen sink

You think im off limits driving a 74 Dodge Plymouth

Up the street with human feet colored apple-green

with spots eatinblueberry 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 im sick

Walkin by chin-chins I stole the keys from ya friends

Lookin out ya ?Madrion? 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 sick? threw acid on their stomachs

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 bo