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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 Piper I'm than Pinocchio's nose

I'm the tic tac pro
I gave my oopsy daisy now you've got the
with the books, googley goo where's the gravy
So one two unbuckle my, um,

doo, hippity hoo, crack a brew
So trick or treat, my feet, yup, I drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark old censorship
Drats and double drats, I some whiz kids

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

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

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

Well, be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills
I picked a weeping willow, and a
So back up bucko or pulverize McGruff
'Cause this piggy gets busy and stuff

Arrivederci, to mercy, honky tonk I get swift
I caught a snuffleufagus and a boogaloo spliff
I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty
All aboard, cast away, hey my boogaloo?

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

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

And pretty 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 EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some EFX
They EFX, some live EFX
a neck for some live EFX

Yahoo, yup I'm coming around the stretch
So here boy, fetch, boy, fetch
I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, at me get raw
And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning big jaw

With the zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue
Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing too
So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop a strain
Like Roscoe B.

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

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

I used to have a dog and 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

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