Lyrics Mope - Bloodhound Gang

We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo
Yeah, Notorious BIG
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?

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
Ooh, 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 UPS
Play spin the bottle with my mom
I watch "Cops" with no pants on

Must've blown a fuse
Nothin' goin' on
Lamer than the Pope
Climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents of a "Party of Five"

Luciano Pavarotti 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 come
Relax, don't do it
When you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it
When you wanna come

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 Jonny Quest
Send me back my Pencil Test

Must've blown a fuse
Nothin' goin' on
Lamer than the Pope
Climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents of a "Party of Five"

Luciano Pavarotti 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 come
Relax, don't do it
When you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it
When you wanna come

I'm mighty, tighty, whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come
I'm mighty, tighty, whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come
I'm mighty, tighty, whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come
I'm mighty, tighty, whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come

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' goin' on
Lamer than the Pope
Climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents of a "Party of Five"

Luciano Pavarotti 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

Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni