Pop Itch

Lyrics

[Intro] [Hught] [Hey] [Verse 1] Now the boys and the girls Picking fights, starting brawls Thinking first play and replays are reasons to get all worked up Back up son This baby's got a neck And she's bordered like a boy's Spitting rhymes like a noise [Bridge] Who's got the dub play Who's got the tape Who's got the method get to the backstage Who's got the helmet who's got the nut Limited edition Jabba the Hutt Not including Jabba the Hutt Just a box for Jabba the Hutt Jabba the Hutt Jabba the Hutt And just to reiterate Jabba the Hutt [Chorus] Just for pig iron, bite your tongue Burn your britches, stop sucking your thumb We'll see you Stars are swinging like a clock on a walk Put another digit on your name and write a blog Ahhhhh Owhh owhh owhhhuhhowhh uhh [Verse 2] Maybe make a stew full of brown wretched peas and you Put it in a barrel in a little boxed room In a little barrel in a pretty little tomb Spaghetti hoops and brown bread With little to be sung I took out my babysitter with pennies and [?] rum [Bridge] My poor Mom Oh my poor Mom I still hope she loves me some, my Mom Oh my poor Mom [Chorus] Oh Oh (oh) It's for pig iron burn your britches And then maybe just bite your tongue (Limited edition)It's for pig iron (Not including) Bite your tongue (Just a box for) Burning britches (Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah) Sucking your thumb We'll see you (Who got the helmut) Stars are swinging (Who got the nut) Like a clock on a walk (Limited edition) Put another digit on (L-L-L-Limited edition) Your name and write a blog Just for pig iron, bite your tongue Burn your britches, stop sucking your thumb We'll see you Stars are swinging like a clock on a walk Put another digit on your name and write a blog