Mope Lyrics

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 that never seen it comin' Yeah, Tupac 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 Ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Tried to OD 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 reruns, so what's happenin'? Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again
Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty Make 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 U.P.S. Playin' 'spin the bottle' with my mom I watch "Cops" with no pants on
Must've blown a fuse nothing 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'
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it Relax, don't do it, when you wanna come Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it Relax, don't do it, when you wanna come
Nowhere to go, I can't wake up late Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate Stalemate, jailbait 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 listenin' to Journey Givin' myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch
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
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it Relax, don't do it, when you wanna come Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it Relax, don't do it, when you wanna come
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
Yo yo yo yo yo! What it is, motherfuckers? Aww 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 man Pussies, whoa, holy shit!
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 Pavoratti 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
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it Relax, don't do it, when you wanna come Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it Relax, don't do it, when you wanna cum
Holy macaroni, holy macaroni Holy macaroni, holy macaroni Holy macaroni, holy macaroni Holy macaroni, holy macaroni