Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Want EFX, artist - Das EFX. Album song The Very Best Of Das EFX, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.06.2007
Record label: Elektra, Rhino
Song language: English
They Want EFX |
| Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum |
| But I can fe-fi-fo-fum, diddly-bum, here I come |
| So Peter Piper, I’m hyper than Pinochio’s nose |
| I’m the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro |
| I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you’ve got the crazy |
| Crazy with the books, Googley-goo where’s the gravy |
| So one two, unbuckle 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 sesame, 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 snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff |
| I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe |
| All aboard, cast away, hey where’s my boogaloo? |
| Oh I’m steaming, agony |
| Why’s everybody always picking on me They call me Puddin’Tane, and rap’s my game |
| You ask me again and I’ll t-tell you the same |
| 'Cause I’m the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze |
| So no Park sausages, Mom, please |
| A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip |
| Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift |
| And that’s pretty sneaky, sis oh yep |
| I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle’s cup of cocoa |
| Holly hobby 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 Roscoe B. 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 Vince, the 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 |