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Das EFX - They Want EFX lyrics
Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum hon I got the old pa rum pum pum pum But I can fe fi fo fum diddly bum here I come So Peter Piper I'm hyper than Pinochio's nose I'm the supercalafragilistic tic tac pro I gave my oopsy daisy now you've got the crazy Crazy with the books Googley goo where's the gravy So one two unbuckle my um shoe Yabba Doo hippity hoo crack a brew So trick or treat smell my feet yup I drippedy-dropped a hit So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig My waist bone's connected to my hip bone My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um Skip the ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff 'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo? Oh I'm steaming, agony Why's everybody always picking on me They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same 'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze So no Park sausages, Mom, please A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue, Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain Like Roscoe B. Coltrane I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie Tally ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh B - I - N - G - O-oh You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX |
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