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Mope lyrics
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin playa that ain t with us no mo.
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging thug that never seen it comin .
Yeah, Tupac Shakur.
Nah bitch, I m talkin bout motherfuckin Falco and shit.
What? Falco?.
Rock me Amadeus,
Rock me Amadeus,
Rock me Amadeus,
Rock me Amadeus.
Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze,
"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin To The Oldies",
Hanging out like Double Ds sip Long Island Iced Teas,
Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please!",
Three O Clock on the dot time to cruise for Eighth graders,
Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later,
Reruns of Rerun so What s Happening?,
Dee s knocked up and Rog on crack again,
Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy,
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty,
Make a Spam and Colgate sandwich and ate it,
Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives,
So I like to dance naked in front of my pets,
But my cat was inattentive so I sent him U.P.S.,
Playin spin the bottle with my mom,
I watch "Cops" with no pants on.
Must ve blown a fuse nothing s going on,
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong,
Buggin out like Tori Spelling s eyes,
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five,
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill,
Not going nowhere slim chance we will,
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood,
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood.
Relax don t do it when you wanna go to it,
Relax don t do it when you wanna cum,
Relax don t do it when you wanna go to it,
Relax don t do it when you wanna cum.
Nowhere to go I can t wake up late,
Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate,
Stalemate jailbait in "My So-Called Life" imprisonment,
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make isn t it?,
I like to pretend I m speed reading,
Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing,
Don t need a shower today just some Brut by Faberge,
Smell the ass of my jeans clean they ll do another day,
And I recycle I sniff my own farts,
I dial the wrong number hope a conversation starts,
I mean I might as well be listenin to Journey,
Givin myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the Kirby,
Make a prank call pretendin I m a mime,
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time,
Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest,
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch.
Must ve blown a fuse nothing s going on,
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong,
Buggin out like Tori Spelling s eyes,
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five,
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill,
Not going nowhere slim chance we will,
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood,
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood.
Relax don t do it when you wanna go to it,
Relax don t do it when you wanna cum,
Relax don t do it when you wanna go to it,
Relax don t do it when you wanna cum.
I m mighty tighty whitey and I m smugglin plums,
When you wanna cum,
I m mighty tighty whitey and I m smugglin plums,
When you wanna cum,
I m mighty tighty whitey and I m smugglin plums,
When you wanna cum,
I m mighty tighty whitey and I m smugglin plums,
When you wanna cum.
Yo yo yo yo yo! What it is motherfuckers?
Aw shit, here comes Pac-Man.
Hey Pac-Man, what s up?
Me you bitches! I m high on crack! Wanna freebase?
No Pac-Man drugs are bad!
Nope can t help you man.
Pussies. Whoa! Holy shit!
Must ve blown a fuse nothing s going on,
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong,
Buggin out like Tori Spelling s eyes,
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five,
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill,
Not going nowhere slim chance we will,
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood,
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood.
Relax don t do it when you wanna go to it,
Relax don t do it when you wanna cum,
Relax don t do it when you wanna go to it,
Relax don t do it when you wanna cum,
Holy macaroni,
Holy macaroni,
Holy macaroni,
Holy macaroni.
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