Dumpster Diving Songtext
von The Doppelgangaz

Stop that
I say, stop that! Crazy person
Yo

Ay, yo, chumps conniving, and dumpster diving
(We gon′ get a little piece of that)
Ay, yo, chumps conniving, and dumpster diving (shit, uh, what?)
Ay, yo, chumps conniving, and dumpster diving
(We gon' get a little piece of that) say what, say what, say what
Ay, yo, chumps conniving, and dumpster diving (yeah, Doppelgangaz)

Ay, yo, what′s optic?
Checking new fame frequent
Baby moan, bib treatment (wow)
Dick on waistband, your place reekin'
Stale odorous, male chauvinist, dive with a pail holding his grail dirty entrail's colon frisk
Homeless clique but rolling thick, fickle
Mystical prick, yeah typical shtick
We don′t abide nor condone tilt
More towards congealed milk on the phone spilt


Shrill shrieks of rolled kilt down in feminine line back
Y chromosome, male hormone, I in fact, behind that
Catch a doppelbang invasion, intrusion, the Days Inn
Day go, Winnebago colluding with the timid A-holes producing, arranging
Two kooks foraging for fruits, foraging, cahoots, no origins or proof
Mahmoud Abdul Rauf

Ay, yo, chumps conniving, and dumpster diving
(We gon′ get a little piece of that) say what, say what, say what
Ay, yo, chumps conniving, and dumpster diving (shit, uh, what?)
Ay, yo, chumps conniving, and dumpster diving
(We gon' get a little piece of that
Ay, yo, chumps conniving, and dumpster diving
(Oh, why it′s spilled all over my desk)

Ay, yo, what's packed in life, what′s a box route?
Sipping scotch stout
Rocking the same denim 'til he blow the crotch out
The nig′ flow with a sad face of doubt
Probably 'cause his big toe has a bad case of gout
Chase account with the trace amounts
And the type of women that leave your mouth with the taste of trout


Better form the sprouts
And let them know that this black cloak lifestyle is nothing to write home about
It begins with disgrace, banishment
And ends with you picking through trash like waste management
20 deep up in the canvas tent
With body odor that can best be described as a mannish scent
After that then it's vanishment
Matter of fact a nomad, during the struggle he lost a gonad
Catch him with a flask at the venue, with a tent of dine and dash asking for the menu
You got a friend, dude

Last night, I was walking through the woods
Feeling good like I should
Last night, I was walking through the woods
Feeling good like I should
Last night, I was walking through the woods
Feeling good like I should
Last night, I was walking through the woods
Feeling good-