The Countdown Songtext
von Dr. Dooom

Yo, I′m nice to kill that man, bill that man
The Dr. Doomuhlist, let's zoom to this
They spread word and rumor this
They think they pro but new to this

They walk on stage like pooh putts, they new nuts
′Diesel Truckers', Dr. Dooom zoom
Dr. Boom Boom move all you nuts
These cats are stuck in a rut

Fruit wearers, fake suit wearers
I'm behind them like Michael Myers in the mirrors
One chop to you, in hip hop should do

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(Step up and get chopped down)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(We takin′ over your town)


Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(Man, how that sound?)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(With a face like Jason when he drowned)

What′s the real word on the urgy man?
White people love me like Fergie, man
Move out on the highway in a black Ford
My Black and Decker equipment in the dirty van

Takin' Octagon in a coffin up to see Dan
Talkin′ on the pre-plan
I'm monstered out this mother with three hands
All mule meat wrapped up in Saran

Comin′ from Iran, Barkley, remarkably awesome
In the back of the pickup truck we toss 'em
That′s me with the skully cap with the skully rap

Ridin' up Slausson, sending Austin
With dead bodies comin' in FedEx from Charleston
Hamburger grind ′em from South Carolina
The esophagus comin′ in from China


Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(Step up and get chopped down)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(We takin' over your town)

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(Man, how that sound?)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(With a face like Jason when he drowned)

Now the word is out, big Doc Doom is out
The zoo is closed, when I take the gorilla′s home
Fill the fish tanks up with Patron
Decorate the aquarium with the Great Dane's jawbone

You can′t make no phone calls right now
'Cause that′s my dog phone
Pickup the truck, the wheels fall off I say doggone
The birds fly I punch a bull in his eyes

Pull the horns off his head
Rodeo head doctor his head 'til he's turnin′ red
Look up, you see the elephant layin′ in my bed

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(Step up and get chopped down)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(We takin' over your town)

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(Man, how that sound?)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
(Ah ah ah)
(With a face like Jason when he drowned)