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Bloodhound Gang Hooray For Boobies Mama Say It goes one two three when i'm kicking the funky lyrics I'm busting up vocabulary i want you all to hear it I'm busting up the rhythm 'cause i'm busting up the rhyme I'm kicking down the stop posts cause i wanna kicks the time I'm digging down some knowledge cause you know i never hide it When i'm pulling down your panties 'cause i want to get inside it Like a boa a boa a boa constrictor Gonna drop off your drawers shoot straight for your sphincter I could roll my rhymes but i would be faking Jimmy jimmy pop is not jamaican J i double m y pop go I run the show like don pardo With a bugaloo bee on the beboo tip My hit will make you trip cause i'm quadradipped I'll do the popeye pluto i'll freak the funkfazooto Not latino what i mean though fuzzy dice like menudo Rubber baby buggy's bumpers Punky's brewsters now i hump her With my itsy bitsy teeny weenie shrunken small white peenie So rinse spit swallow brain blank kinda hollow Not to deep leap wow oh kinda shallow Cause we're in your face like ed gein Purple rain purple rain Mama say mama sa mama cu sa Mama say mama sa mama cu sa Naughty by nature and white by choice And the sound of my voice makes your panties moist Cause i'm finger lickin' happy like a gay proctologist So like a dyke with hollow tits i'll rip the mike with hollow tips Yeah he's in control like sherman potter And i got more balls then the harlem globetrotters Jimmy pop jimmy pop rah rah rah Mama say mama sa mama cu sa Now i'm floating out your pipes like a village people sump pump I always take a swallow cause you know i never get enough So batter up bruce banner if you think you're going to measure up You can't be the top dog gotta be the scooby pup Step to the bass drum always gotta have fun If you add two halves you'll always get the total sum My steps are correct and my mike is always checked And when a punk is in effect you know he's gonna get wrecked I don't want to start no blasphemous rumors But i think that sinbad's got a lousy sense of humor Little children unattended better get my poison candy Don't care about y'all as long as we feel dandy And i get the poon from judy blume Mr hooper's dead so why don't you give me his broom So come on chickey baby let's go make some noise What? no i'm not the guy from the beastie boys Mama say mama sa mama cu sa Mama say mama sa mama cu sa |
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