Mope

Lyrics

[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 [Skit: Jimmy Pop, Evil Jared Hasselhoff, & Pac-Man] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, what it is, motherfuckers? Ah, 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! Woah! 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