Mope lyrics

Bloodhound Gang

[Intro: Jimmy Pop, Evil Jared Hasselhoff, & Falco sample]
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, 2Pac Shakur!
Nah, b*t*h, I'm talkin' 'bout motherf**kin' 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

[Verse 1: Jimmy Pop]
Tried to O.D. 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 Rerun! So, what's happening?
Dee's knocked up and Rog's on crack again
Deepthroat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Made 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 UPS
Playing spin the bottle with my mom
I watch COPS with no pants on

[Pre-Chorus: Jimmy Pop]
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**k around like Frankie Goes to Hollywood

[Chorus: Frankie Goes to Hollywood]
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna c*m
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna c*m

[Verse 2: Jimmy Pop]
Nowhere to go, I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate
Stalemate jail-bait 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
Givin' 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 Jonny Quest
"Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch!"

[Pre-Chorus: Jimmy Pop]
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**k around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

[Chorus: Frankie Goes to Hollywood]
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna c*m
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna c*m

[Post-Chorus: Jimmy Pop & Frankie Goes to Hollywood]
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

[Refrain: Jimmy Pop, Evil Jared Hasselhoff, & Pac-Man]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! What it is, motherf**kers?
Aw sh*t, here comes Pac-Man
Hey Pac-Man, what's up?
Me, you b*t*hes, I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase?
No, Pac-Man, drugs are bad!
Nope, can't help you, mane
Pussies! Whoa! Holy sh*t!

[Pre-Chorus: Jimmy Pop]
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**k around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

[Chorus: Frankie Goes to Hollywood]
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna c*m
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna c*m

[Outro: Homer Simpson]
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni

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