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Bum stiggedy, bum stiggedy, bum hon, I got the
Old pa rum pum pum pum
But I can fe fi fo fum bum, here I come
So Peter I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose

I'm the tic tac pro
I gave my oopsy daisy now got the crazy
Crazy with the books, goo where's the gravy
So one two my, um, shoe

Yabba doo, hippity hoo, a brew
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup, I a hit
So books get on your and spark that old censorship
and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids

The boogedy-woogedly, Brooklyn about to get his, dig
My bone's connected to my hip bone
My hip bone's connected to my thigh
My thigh bone's connected to my bone
My knee bone's to my hardy-har-har-har

The jibbedy-jabber jaw at your funny bone, um
Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have a
Or the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, live EFX
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Well, I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo for the hills
I a weeping willow, and a daffodil
So back up bucko or I'll McGruff
'Cause this little piggy busy and stuff

Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, tonk I get swift
I a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff
I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty
All aboard, cast away, hey where's my

Oh, I'm steaming,
Why's always picking on me
They call me Puddin' Tane, and my game
You ask me again and t-tell you the same

'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so 'em up freeze
So no Park sausages, Mom,
A-blitz shoots the breeze, shoots his lip
Crazy dazy the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift

And that's sneaky, sis oh yep
I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of
Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me stunt
dun dun dun dun, dun dun

They want EFX, some EFX
want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, live EFX
Snap a neck for some EFX

Yahoo, yup I'm coming around the stretch
So here Fido boy, fetch, boy,
I got the a slippery choker, look at me get raw
And I'm the top of morning boogoloo big jaw

With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy
Yo got the gusto, what up, I swing that too
So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a
Like Roscoe B.

I a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker
I take my Froot Loops two scoops, make it double decker
Oh Vince, the come to Papa Duke
A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boo

I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a
To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba hoochie koochie
ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so
Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope I'll shoot 'em later, yep

I used to a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh
B I N G O oh
You do the pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

They EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, live EFX
They EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some EFX