They Want EFX

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got that old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum But I can fee-fi or fo, diddly-fum, here I come So Peter Piper, I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose 'Cause I'm a super-cala-fragilistic tic-tac pro I gave a oopsy daisy, now you've got the Krazy Drazy with the books, Googley-goo, where's the gravy? So, one, two, unbuckle my, um, shoe Yabba Doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup, I drippedy-dropped a hit So Books, get on your mark and spark that old censorship Drip drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids The boogedy-woogedy Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig My waist bone's connected to my hip bone My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have my honeycomb Or preferably the sinsemilla, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um Dun-dun dun-dun-dun, dun-dun [Chorus] They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX [Verse 2] Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo, head for the hills! I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff 'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk, I get swift I caught a Snuffleupagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff I got the nooks, the crannies, the nitty gritty 40 doe So all aboard, castaway, hey, where's my boogaloo? Oh-h-h-h-h-h-hhh, I'm steamin', agony! Why's everybody always pickin' on me? They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same Since I'm the vocal vegemintarian, hon, stick 'em up freeze So no Parks sausages, mom, please A-Blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip Krazy Drayzie shot the sheriff, yup, and I shot the gift And that's pretty sneaky, sis, oh, yo I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa Holly Hobbie tried to slob me, tried to rob me, silly stunt Diggedy dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun! [Chorus] They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX [Verse 3] Yahoo, hi-de-ho, yup, I'm coming around the stretch So here, Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw And I'm the hickory-dickory top of the morning boogoloo big jaw With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue Ayo, Krazy, I got the gusto, what up, I swing that too So nincompoop, I gave a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain Like Rosco P. Coltrane I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker Oh, Finster Baby, come to Papa Duke A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo, boogedy-boo I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie Tally ho, I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potato, so Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope, maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name-oh, so, uh B-I-N-G-O, oh You do the hokey pokey and turn yourself around, hon, so, uh Dun, dun-dun-dun-dun, dun-dun [Chorus] They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX