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Bloodhound Gang Dingleberry Haze Mama Say It goes one two three when I'm kicking funky lyrics I'm busting up vocabulary I want you all to hear it I'm busting up the rhythm and I'm busting up the rhyme Kicking down the stop posts cause I wanna kicks the time I'm digging down some knowledge cause you know I never hide it I'm pulling down your panties cause I want to get inside 'em Like a boa a boa a boa constrictor Gonna drop off your drawers shoot straight for your sphincter I could roll my rhymes but I would be faking Jimmy Jimmy pop is not Jamaican J I double M Y Pop go I run the show like Don Pardo With a bugaloo bee on the beboo tip My hit will make you trip cause I'm quadradipped I'll do the Popeye Pluto I'll freak the funkfazooto Not Latino what I mean though fuzzy dice like Menudo Rubber baby buggy's bumpers Punky's Brewsters now I hump her With my itsy bitsy teeny weenie shrunken small white peenie So rinse spit swallow brain blank kinda hollow Not to deep leap wow oh kinda shallow Cause we're in your face like Ed Gein Purple rain purple rain Mama say mama sa mama cu sa Naughty by nature and white by choice And the sound of my voice makes your panties moist Cause I'm finger lickin' happy like a proctologist So like a bike with hollow grips I'll rip the mic with hollow tips Yeah he's in control like Sherman Potter And I got more balls then the Harlem Globetrotters Jimmy Pop Jimmy Pop rah rah rah Mama say mama sa mama cu sa So now I'm floating out the pipes like a Village People sump pump Always take a swallow cause you know I never get enough So batter up Bruce Banner if you think you're going measure up Can't be the top dog gotta be the Scooby pup Step to the bass drum always gotta have fun If you add two halves you'll always get the total sum My steps are correct and my mic is always checked And when a punk is in effect you know he's gonna get wrecked I don't want to start no blasphemous rumors But I think that Sinbad's got a lousy sense of humor Little children unattended better get my poison candy Don't care about y'all as long as we feel dandy And I get the poon from Judy Blume Mr. Hooper's dead so won't you give me his broom So come on chickey baby let's go make some noise What? No I'm not the guy from the Beastie Boys Mama say mama sa mama cu sa Mama say mama sa mama cu sa (clapping with the beat as the song fades out) |
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