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Mope Lyrics

We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo.
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging thug that never seen it comin'.
Yeah, Tupac Shakur.
Nah bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit.
What? Falco?

Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus

Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze
Golden Girls got me sweatin' to the oldies
Hangin' 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 Rerun
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.
Play spin the bottle with my mom
I watch Cops with no pants on
Must've blown a fuse
Nothin's goin' 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 goin' 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 cum
Relax don't do it
When you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it
When you wanna cum
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 girl sneezin'
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 listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a mullet
the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretendin' 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 Pencil Test
Must've blown a fuse

Nothin's goin' 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 goin' 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 cum

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
I'm mighty, tighty, whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty, tighty, whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty, tighty, whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! What it is motherfuckers?
Aw 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.
Whoa! Holy shit!
Must've blown a fuse
Nothin's goin' 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 goin' 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 cum
Relax don't do it
When you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it
When you wanna cum
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni

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Bloodhound Gang is a satirical American alternative rock band from Collegeville, Pennsylvania, United States, mixing a punk rock sound with hip-hop and more recently electropop. The group formed in 1992, and they originally traveled all over Pennsylvania, with frontman Jimmy Pop having a strong 'Philly accent'. With a penchant for off-color jokes and a taste ranging from toilet humor to observational comedy, they're ironically named after the kid-detective ring on an 80s PBS kids show.

Their 1995 first official studio album, Use Your Fingers, broke them into the mainstream. They have toured constantly. The band is perhaps now best known for their 1999 dance music satire "The Bad Touch" (a top 40 hit in multiple nations such as Australia, Norway, Sweden, and more) and their 2005 pop punk / power pop track "Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo" (also a European hit), along with their 1996 breakthrough song "Fire Water Burn".

Discography
1991 - Bang Chamber 8 (Demo released as Bang Chamber 8)
1992 - Just Another Demo (Two versions exist)
1993 - The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack To Hitler's Handicapped Helpers (Demo version)
1994 - Dingleberry Haze (EP release)
1995 - Use Your Fingers
1996 - One Fierce Beer Coaster
2000 - Hooray for Boobies
2005 - Hefty Fine
2011 - Show Us Your Hits (Greatest hits release)

Their official website is http://www.bloodhoundgang.com. It is also known as the Bloodhound Gang Cyber Hate Club. More information is also availible on the group's Facebook and MySpace pages. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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