Mope lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics 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. song lyrics