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Bloodhound Gang - Mope lyrics


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We gonna drop this next bomb
For a money making playa
That ain't with us no more
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this
For a gangbanging thug
That never seen it coming
Yeah, Tupac Shakur
Nah bitch, I'm talking 'bout
Motherfucking Falco and shit
What? Falco?

Rock me, Amadeus [x??]

Tried to OD on the Cold-Eeze
Golden Girls got me sweating to the oldies
Hanging out like Double D's 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 happening?
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.
Playing spin the bottle with my mom
I watch Cops with no pants on

Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Bugging 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
[x2]

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 listening to Journey
Giving myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretending 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
Bugging 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 cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey
And I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
[x4]

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, holy shit!

Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Bugging 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 cum

Holy macaroni [x8]
Cover: Bloodhound Gang - Mope
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  • 1999

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