Step back 'cause the bass is fuzzin' Bloodhound gang bangs more than the dirty dozen Alley oop here comes the slam I know where I stand I'm feelin' like
Jackass I'm a pimped out Jedi Knight Obi-Wan meets Dolemite Ben Kenobi went and got himself a pompadour These aren't the whores you're looking for Jackass
This beat is my recital I think it's very vital To rock a rhyme that's right on time It's tricky tricky yo here we go It's tricky to rock a rhyme To
Originally performed by Kim Wilde Looking out a dirty old window. Down below the cars in the city go rushing by. I sit here alone and I wonder why. Friday
You came twice last year like a Sears catalog 'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing
Ahoy, sissy! Whatcha got in your mouth sissy?
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out Do you still go to raves? Do you think that Christ saves? Do you spend your days in a Purple Haze? Do
Bloodhound Gang is here to get it on So rock on brothers, rock on Ashes to ashes and funks to funky Daddy Long Legs is a mean ass honky And Jimmy Pop
It Goes One Two Three When I'm Kicking Funky Lyrics I'm Busting Up Vocabulary I Want You All To Hear It I'm Busting Up The Rhythm And I'm Busting Up The
It! Alright... Yes Let's Put Your Hands Together Now, Harlem For, That's Right, Harlem That's Right, Sit Down, Harlem For the Blood, Hound, Gang! Yo
{Hello Frank, hello mother dear Hi, Jim, what are you doin'? I am trying to think of words that rhyme with vagina Oh, lima? Like lima beans How about
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 gangbangin' thug
Why try? I'm that guy Holden Caulfield from 'Catcher In The Rye' Put away ?cause he wasn't all there Like a jigsaw puzzle, you might compare Me to him
I hear it Alright oh yeah Let's put your hands together now, Harlem For, that's right, Harlem That's right, get up, Harlem For the Bloodhound Gang
You must die, I alone am best I hope you flip some guy the bird He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve In front of the Beatles' tour bus A bookmobile
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job to
It always sucks refolding the kind of map Needed when I get stuck where the sun don't shine the fact Is if I just shut up my rubbered stamp could flag