Space Hoes by Danger Doom
Space Hoes lyrics
Songwriters: Burton, Brian Joseph; Thompson, Daniel Dumile; Mansfield, Keith;
I don't believe this, I get rid of those two evil maniacs
Trying to ruin my show and I get two evil guests
Who are trying to ruin my show
Feh, just who came up with the stupid idea of giving
Space Ghost the talk show in the first place?
How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal?
Any given second he could go mad postal
Stay wavin' that power band space cannon
And had the nerve to jump in the face of Race Bannon
Punked out, luckily he detonate it
Guess who just smothered whose credited with editing it?
He meant molter, the cop out
And have no other career choice, he dropped out
Since when the Wayouts included Zorak
Way back he used to rub his thorax in Borax
I'm not the one who sold him to it
If he won't admit it, I'm not gonna hold him to it
It's all love and no hate though
For all that, he really need to get his own late show
Do a monologue and jest with the guests
Madlib switch the beat and walk him to the desk
With Danger holding down the control room
Late again returning from commercial
I told you Doom, early, hes on BPT
Catch him on public access free TV
And we're back on the air with Brak, so, Brak
How you're man got a show that's so wack? What?
Have you ever thought to work with Earl Ignignat and them?
Do you got enough oxygen from this toxic phlegm?
Another sec, his neck woulda caught flames
Mouse switch the screen to some hot dames
Tonights audience received big screen video games
And fifteen seconds of fame, pitiful aims, it's just a shame
Zoning, competing for the same prime time slot as Conan
No, dummy, Ichigawa, announcement free lunch to any stunt
Who lets me plow her in the shower for a hour, the kids supposed
To be sleeping or else join us sound like Road Runner, beep, beep
Later this week Big Ben Klingon
After him there's no one else we could afford to bring on
Keep it ghetto and let 'em know B Y O B from the get go
I'd like to propose a toast to the grossest host
Space ho's coast to coast that destructor ray's a played out gag
And that cape and the pantsuit, looking like a straight out
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Dag, don't mean to sound crunchy
Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her scrunchy
A light snack hungry munchy
Felt a funny hunch and then she told me, "Donkey, punch me"
Tomorrow is Father Guido Sarducci
Father MC and Charo, coochie coochie
With her new bestseller, who you call a Hoochie
Proud sponsor of the Snoochie Boochie Noochies
Look Leela eyeball to eyeballs and find out
How they get inside those sugar pie walls?
Our next guest, a real cutie specimen
And she's starting to get a little booty, Miss Judy Jetson
So, Judy, boxers briefs or fig leaf
As you know I wear my boxers over my big
Cue the rapper, tell him to bring what little he got
Up against Villy, he's really not diddley squat until they head hurt
When it come to wreck, cruisers like them dudes
Are red shirts off Star Trek, ke Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy
Been B-boy, since you jerks first squeezed toys
Born to be the host with the most when it's on it's on
Space ho's, coast to coast
You think I'm just gonna hand over my show to you?
Doom, have you lost your fucking mind?
Listen, I'm not gonna hand my show over to you
You know why? Because it's my show, mine, not yours
Space Ghost, it ain't Doom coast to coast
Yeah, yeah, sure, here are the keys to the show
Why don't you drive for awhile?
Yeah, America's craving some Doom, here you go
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