They Want Efx

Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum But I can fe-fi or fo, diddly-bum, here I come So Peter Piper, I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose I'm the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you've got the Crazy I'm Crazy with the books, Googley-goo where's the gravy So one two, um, buckle my, um shoe Yabba Doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig My waist bone's connected to my hip bone My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb Or preferably the sinsemilla, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers yo, head for the hills! I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff Cause, this little piggy gets, busy and stuff Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift I caught a Snuffleupagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty 40 doe So all aboard, castaway, hey where's my boogaloo? Oh-h-h-h-h-h-hhh I'm steamin, a-go-ny! Why's everybody always pickin on me? They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same Since I'm the vocal vegemintarian, stick 'em up freeze so No Parks sausages, mom, please A-Blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip Crazy Drayzie shot the sheriff yup, and I shot the gift And that's PRET-TY SNEA-KY SIS, oh yo I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa Holly Hobbie tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, DUN DUN! They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain Like Rosco P.-P. Coltrane I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker Oh Finster baby, come to Papa Duke A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie Tally ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh B - I - N - G - O-oh You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX