Bloodhound Gang - We are the knuckleheads
Tekst :
Who s the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who s the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who s the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who s the knuckleheads?
We re the knuckleheads
If you would be the peanut butter then I would play the jelly
I ll peel apart your bread and then I ll penetrate your belly
Your blood stains mighty bad I wash it off with Coast
Now I ll take my jelly and spread it on your toast
No one rhymes faster the mic is my blaster
So grasp some Shasta the mighty mic master
Giving ya a communion with your lips on my cup
Pump pump pump pump me up
Now if you re the waterboy, I m the heavyweight contender
I m gonna mix you all up like a Black n Decker blender
If you would be the Telstar, then I d have to be Defender
I ll be out in just four weeks, I was a first offender
You re a dumb ass stupid Vera and I m the one that Flo calls Mel
Puttin holes right through your body like Harvey Keitel
You re a broken down Big Wheel I m a banana-seated Schwinn
Take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in
I m a Lego-Eggo maniac I m stickier than some Fun Tack
Trip to the store and get another six pack
Bomb droppling like at ground zero
Like Colonel Klink is getting fucked by Hogan s Heroes
Eenie meanie miney mo you took your shot you missed
I wasn t a good boy this year I m not on Santa s list
I gave your girl some sausage then I slit your wrists
Now I m taking your ass out like my name was Burgeous Meredith
Who s the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who s the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who s the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who s the knuckleheads?
We re the knuckleheads
Fast fast quick Bic like ass when ya pass gas
You threw it like a girl that s why you got picked last
And Mr. Easy Does It never did it now did he
Jesus is coming so look busy
And you and your chumps are gonna get your lumps
I got the goose that laid the golden egg you got goose bumps
Cause I m black ya ll, it s a fact ya ll
I wish all skinheads smelled like Mr. Clean
And that girl from Jersey really was nineteen
Cause the whole damn world would be peachy keen
With Rip Taylor on the cover of every magazine so go
Rip Rip Rip Taylor
Rip Rip Rip Taylor
Rip Taylor Rip Taylor
Your girlfriend we nailed her
My mom s got opposable thumbs
Your mom s Weezie Jefferson
I d rather eat fresh heiny cow
And I ain t crazy about no goddamn butthole no how
Batter roll and whip ya like a fuckin cannoli
If Satan had a hockey team then I d be the goalie
Cause we re dumber than driftwood dumber than your mana
Dumber than a supermodel dumber than Kwanza
Who s the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who s the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who s the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who s the knuckleheads
We re the knuckleheads Inne utwory
Take the long way home R. S. V. P. The ballad of Chasey Lain Farting with a walkman on Kiss me where it smells funny Kids in America Your only friends are make you believe K.i.d.s. incorporated Yellow fever No rest for the wicked Shitty record offer Lift your head up high Right turn clyde David song Convoy Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo Shut up Cheese tidbit Losowe utwory
The ghost of Manhattoes
Shrieking as they fall
From AT&T
Someone sees it all
Goodbye Mr. Ed
Andy s skull enshrined
In a shopping mall near Queens
Someone sees it all
Icarus takes his pratfall
Bruegel on his head
Goodbye Mr. Ed
Four and twenty black kids
Some of them...
Stood on a mountain high as the sky
Watch the whole world crack apart
Feeding me, feeding me, feeding me life, oh
See as the dazzling light hits my eyes
And it fires up my heart
Giving me, giving me, giving me life, oh oh...
I haven t thought of you for years you know
Your memory seems to come & go
Our time meant so much to me
Now you can t be found
You were the first to want me, the first to love me, the first to need me
Who was the last to know you? The...
Well it s too late little girl
for stoppin I crossed my heart
and I hoped that I will die
And I don t want anyone
to find us
I put my hand on your mouth
so you won t tell
cigarettes and cola
your moma never told...
Get up, the needle has pricked a little finger.
She wants the beautiful child the blood will bring her.
You ask a question in the mirror.
Alas, no answer could be clearer.
Get up, get up, you re borrowing time.
Get up, get up, you re borrowing time.
Get up, a substitute artist just reprieved you
Beware...