Run For Your Life Lyrics

Yeah, I'm first, they wanna sue me
Why? Because I'm Doc Dooomie

I'm the first, they mad 'cause they don't sound like Tupacky
Shakur beat 'em out with the sales
That's why I came with the John aka Dr. Dooom kabocky
Now I got the work and guns we gotta get rid of ocky

I'm usin harder pins, watchin' the Backyardigans
With the gasoline on my eggs, sippin' gin
The Son of Frankenstein's friend
The scriptwriter in Hollywood who wrote the movie Ben

Dodgin' the cocaine that make stars look thin
Been in magazines with Liz Taylor boots
With the skinny legs and bad skin
They all meet up at the Mansion

To get skeed up with Herman Munster and grandpa
See if that's his grandfa'
Two machines with Laundromat clothes
My dog in the oven with his legs froze

In refrigerator mode in a Butterball turkey pose
I put the Wolfman on the guest list for one of my shows
Watch the Invisible Man pluck boogers out his nose
The mummy get out and sleep with Smack-ola's hoes

With gangrene between his toes
Frankenberry meeting all the kids with they bows

Word is bond, I'm turning those forest lights on
Run for your life, they eating people
Word is bond, I'm turning those forest lights on
Pronto to the church steeple

Word is bond, I'm turning those forest lights on
Run for your life, they eating people
Word is bond, I'm turning those forest lights on
Pronto to the church steeple

Radioactive Sasquatch, North American gorilla
Midnight stroll, graveyard patrol
24 hours, infinite power, pirate boots
Reading The Onion, barbecue feet, I like a crunchy bunion

Zombie riddles, ten times worser than Dr. GigglesDr. Dooom - Run For Your Life - http://motolyrics.com/dr-dooom/run-for-your-life-lyrics.html
I'm just the assistant, Dr. D will be with you in a minute
Hold the skull of a mummy with the blood of Elvira
You're soaking in it

I get loose in the waiting room from Beetle juice
Hopping to the mausoleum
Uprocking with the zombie stiff like I'm Korean
Stressing you out like two Persian
Dudes in doo rags and camouflage jumpsuits

At the Westside Pavillion, sticking out like a sore thumb
You's a civilian, best to steer clear when I'm building
Detonate the whole building
Skeed in my spaceship dolo
(I'll give you five hundred for the Wookie and Solo)

Word is bond, I'm turnin' those forest lights on
Run for your life, they eatin' people
Word is bond, I'm turnin' those forest lights on
Pronto to the church steeple

Who's that guy that look like Dracula with fangs in the back of ya?
The long coat and the black boat
Blood on my hand from chewin' the intestines of the billygoat
The leftovers from the lamb opposite to taste of ham

Throw out better than the fingers in the frying pan
The goop's under the meat to strip the first French Fries
I can't stand frying man
I just left the scene wit'cha spine in my hand
I'm movin your schedule run over your body like MTA motor man

Remove your esophagus off your shoulder
Over the music equipment behind the band
No place to come feed, you're where the monster stand
Rip your face off, your face with the monster hand

Then breakaway from them doin' the monster dance
Woo, Southside cha-cha
The fluids of the blood leak in the cabinets
The damage of the peanuts and the raisinets

Word is bond, I'm turnin' those forest lights on
Run for your life, they eatin' people
Word is bond, I'm turnin' those forest lights on
Pronto to the church steeple