mope lyrics – bloodhound gang

we gonna drop this next bomb
for a money makin’ playa that ain’t with us no mo’
yeah, notorious b.i.g.

h*ll no, we gonna do this
for a g*ngb*ngin’ thug that never seen it comin’
yeah, tupac shakur

nah b*tch, i’m talkin’ ’bout
motherf*ckin’ falco and sh*t
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
d*ck 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 *ss 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 p*ss 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
d*ck 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 c*m
i’m mighty tighty whitey and i’m smugglin’ plums
when you wanna c*m

i’m mighty tighty whitey and i’m smugglin’ plums
when you wanna c*m
i’m mighty tighty whitey and i’m smugglin’ plums
when you wanna c*m

yo yo yo yo yo! what it is, motherf*ckers?
aww sh*t, here comes pac-man
hey pac-man, what’s up?

me, you b*tches, i’m high on crack, wanna freebase?
no pac-man, drugs are bad, nope, can’t help you man
p*ssies, whoa, holy sh*t!

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
d*ck 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 c*m

holy macaroni, holy macaroni
holy macaroni, holy macaroni
holy macaroni, holy macaroni
holy macaroni, holy macaroni

/ bloodhound gang lyrics