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| Das Efx Dead Serious Klap Your Hands Verse one: dray Well uhh, ???? is macaroni and cheese Before i start, i gots ta umm fart, no i gots ta uhh sneeze Not, i gotcha trippin, yippity-doo-da-day Shucks, i'm makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some Cos i'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon So shout "wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!" Drayx up for sure dang, now that i'm flexed My a-efx'll quote, when the bridge fell down And i'ma good ship with the lollipop Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos i'm krayzie like that But it's the cat got snuffed, or mr.red and his crew So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew Troop, i got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop Oops, i wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while i make But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for dray and...... Hook: "klap your hands now" (x3) Verse two: skoob Bon voyage, look out below cos umm I got my socks on, the popcorn, the hubba bubba, yep gum Skippity bum, you think i don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and i'm a real bad ass Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes Stuffy-head, called for ???? and fever, sow you to rest Tight rhymes, ???? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff Or a uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a marvin, choose a ship Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip In the morning, yawning as i stand for group check To back up, i slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque Because the a is for apple, the j is for 'ja back to book bets' And then s-k-double o-be on *?mansel?* So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands Hook (x3) Verse three: dray Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam So, heavens-to-betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know mr. magoo? You heard i'm loco, well yo, i'm despicable too So umm, hi ho silver and away we go The lone ranger got pissed and shot tonto in his toes, so Holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?* The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more Cos that soul lock ya stands, i can't stands no more So zippity doo, da day, woops i gots stuff See i'm sneaky freaky peaky plus i'm chock full of nuts But yo i am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it i shall Cos it's the krayzie drayzie wit the books, that's my pal and...... Hook (x3) Verse four: skoob A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ???? ???? I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap And all that, me and a gang of ping ping bang zoomer To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers Yo some say i'm brooklyn bomber, some say brooklyn boop But don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo Let your fingers do the walkin, hey i'm talkin, yoohoo Can ya, can ya hear me? checka, checka 1-2 Aiyo, sit booboo sit, shit cos i'm the one who Kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it Cos poof the magic dragon, i'll kick a rhyme in duplicate Or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw Umm, listen everyone as i kick the jigsaw M-i-crooked letter, crooked letter, i Crooked letter, crooked letter, i hump back Hump back, i, you can't touch i Cos i's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya...... Hook to fade |
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