Zooper Dooper

Intro:

Today, class, we're gonna talk a little about casket side manner, and body display!

Verse:

Yo, waterhead typhoon, noodle clear Thai food
Both hands embalmed when I try to, make dust
Peelin' skin off my fingers, like dried glue
Super Zooper wax tarp in, a human hash market
I'm dabbin' in green slats by the back golfin'
Psychic game I'm Mack Dolphins, strats solvents
Went lit fishin', by a brook trout
Fresh core, cookin' wood fire on a dead mosh
Song from the pines, pleasant felt
Out the hunter lodge slung the pheasant belt (Uh)
Stone harf header elk
Boil fiddlehead in reddish kelp, zooper
In the stooper keys, no piano on the beat
Rip your eardrums out, and drop an anvil on it
Severed head in my lap (What?)
I know it's wrong, put it back in a black plastic bag, and wrote this song
This beat vintage (what?), like it brought my folks along
Coke stains on the corduroys chalky
Then talky, if a pork knuckle on the walkie
I held a conference, pull a piece, if the Hell is wanted
Quick to open my jacket like I'm sellin' watches
Shit is darky, and corny

Outro:

I'm the jack of all trades, the master of the morgue
Entrepreneur by day, embalmer by night
And drainin' blood from dead bodies, is my life!