Call the Cops

you keep them rollers in ya hair with that plastic all on ya head, huh

Man, Hey,

Keith, who did ya gerry curls, man, look good

I seen ya’ll this mornin on ‘

Cops,’ man, they had ya’ll pictures and all ya profiles and everything, ya’ll should stay low.

Gene called.

He need five dollas. (Dr. Dooom)

Ultimate focus behind ya neck can’t reflex with text on your lyrical index

Stop the masses rotate the fastest

Afro gerry curl world, get ignited re-invited on your main sources like the

Enforcers

Sub-machines spray your

Liberace pianos

Free-style ambulances ring out your new dances

While ya’ll can’t rap we took your ampex, we have protective custody

Got your face disgustin’ me

Wit’ animal-like instincts

I left a dead gorilla in the skatin’ rink

Penetrated your

Gap jeans with

Black & Decker machines

Alternate your

Scullies, catch dead rats in

Saran Wrap

Put used diapers on your windshield wipers

Make you eat your own feces, ?sell yourleardrumbelices?

Pull out your colon leave your glands swollen

Uncircumcised between your mom’s thighs

That’s right, wit a face like

Michael Myers

I clip the ears off your body guards with some bloody pliers

Bound to eat a

German Shepard in the

Mohave Desert

While ya’ll talk gangsta

I push body carts in shopping carts

Leave wigs on streets on

Melrose so coroners can smell those

Arms for three days, with three legs in the back seat ya’ll 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 wit a beard, went home and shaved

Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave

Drinkin’ Yoo-

Hoos and dough****, ya’ll punks think

I’m so ****

Walkin’ in hospital roooms like the black

Dr. Dooom

Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like

Iancide(sic.)

You run and hide

Handicap wit no maps

I’m after you throw gas at you. (The projects called the cops)

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints

Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states (The projects called the cops.) (Mutha****a') (Jackie Jasper)

Jackie Jasper wit illegal drugs, sell for the thugs:

A bag of ******* and twenty butt plugs,

Persian rugs

Wit dead bodies on it, call

Colombo, who dunnit, solve it

And I’ll revolve it

And hold it, to the war to the hogs to the dogs?

A vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, getting fellatio

Ratio fa sho’.

Positive why

I die I live comatose tomato juice and

Cherry Ho’s and toast

Santa Barbara at the

Barbie coast most?

Chicks licks black holes

French expose

Wastin’ my children on her clothes that went up her nose, suppose?

I penetrated ya neck wit a

Bic pen Wit a belt around my waist like

Bookmen? Don’t ask my neighbors, bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors

Smokin’ glass wit coleslaw hangin’ out ya ass

Take a blast,

I’m travelin’ fast, pass a nymphomaniac

Diggin’ up corpse

I’m a necrophiliac getting my chick back

In an up-smack

Had that head bobbin,’ joggin,’ cyclin,’ recyclin.’

Connivin,’ arrivin,’ hearse drivin’ it’s even.

Seven heads, ten horns, believing.

Evil demon

As Stella

Steven retreatin’ you’re beatin’

Eatin’ dead puss.

Sardine can smell from here to hell.

A gladiator wit tights under disco lights.

Blowin’ a harmonica, yo, in

Santa Monica in a

Honda Name dazzle night fall the press cross dressed your name

Rhonda? Call

Macero? Call

Dan-O, call

Cello? Five-

O rollin’ in a

Pinto from

Ohio, Toledo, down to

San Pedro

Believe me, ho,

I sold Curtis the blow.

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints

Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states (The projects called the cops) (Book em’)