Bloodhound Gang - Mope
[Intro: Jimmy Pop,
Evil Jared Hasselhoff
, &
Falco sample
]
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, 2Pac Shakur!
Nah, bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit
What? Falco?
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
[Verse 1: Jimmy Pop]
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's on crack again
Deepthroat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Made 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
UPS
Playing spin the bottle with my mom
I watch
COPS
with no pants on
[Pre-Chorus: Jimmy Pop]
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
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 2: Jimmy Pop]
Nowhere to go, I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my
Old Spice
to activate
Stalemate jail-bait 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 listening to
Journey
Givin' myself a mullet,
hook the
Flowbee
to the
Kirby
Make a prank call pretending I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time
Sent a letter in the mail, in Braille, to
Jonny Quest
"Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch!"
[Pre-Chorus: Jimmy Pop]
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
[Chorus: 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
[Post-Chorus: Jimmy Pop &
Frankie Goes to Hollywood
]
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
[Refrain: Jimmy Pop,
Evil Jared Hasselhoff
, &
Pac-Man
]
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, mane
Pussies! Whoa! Holy shit!
[Pre-Chorus: Jimmy Pop]
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
[Chorus: 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
[Outro: Homer Simpson]
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Evil Jared Hasselhoff
, &
Falco sample
]
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, 2Pac Shakur!
Nah, bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit
What? Falco?
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
[Verse 1: Jimmy Pop]
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's on crack again
Deepthroat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Made 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
UPS
Playing spin the bottle with my mom
I watch
COPS
with no pants on
[Pre-Chorus: Jimmy Pop]
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
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 2: Jimmy Pop]
Nowhere to go, I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my
Old Spice
to activate
Stalemate jail-bait 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 listening to
Journey
Givin' myself a mullet,
hook the
Flowbee
to the
Kirby
Make a prank call pretending I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time
Sent a letter in the mail, in Braille, to
Jonny Quest
"Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch!"
[Pre-Chorus: Jimmy Pop]
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
[Chorus: 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
[Post-Chorus: Jimmy Pop &
Frankie Goes to Hollywood
]
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
[Refrain: Jimmy Pop,
Evil Jared Hasselhoff
, &
Pac-Man
]
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, mane
Pussies! Whoa! Holy shit!
[Pre-Chorus: Jimmy Pop]
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
[Chorus: 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
[Outro: Homer Simpson]
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
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