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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 diddly bum, I come
So Peter Piper I'm hyper Pinocchio's nose

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

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

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

The jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather a honeycomb
Or preferably the sesame, spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

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

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

Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky I get swift
I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo
I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty fodey-doe
All aboard, away, hey where's my boogaloo?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I to have 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 want EFX, some EFX
want EFX, some live EFX
They EFX, some live EFX
Snap a for some live EFX