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lirik lagu we are the knuckleheads – bloodhound gang

who’s the knuckleheads?
we are the knuckleheads
who’s the knuckleheads?
we are the knuckleheads
who’s the knuckleheads?
we are the knuckleheads
who’s the knuckleheads?
we’re the knuckleheads

if you would be the peanut b-tter then i would play the jelly
i’ll peel apart your bread and then i’ll penetrate your belly
your blood stains mighty bad i wash it off with coast
now i’ll take my jelly and spread it on your toast

no one rhymes faster, the mic is my blaster
so grasp some shasta, the mighty mic master
giving you communion with your lips on my cup
pump, pump, pump, pump me up

now if you’re the waterboy then i’m the heavyweight contender
i’m gonna mix you all up like a black and decker blender
if you would be the telstar then i’d have to be defender
i’ll be out in just four weeks i was a first offender

your a dumb -ss stupid vera and i’m the one that flo calls mel
puttin’ holes right through your body like harvey keitel
you’re a broken down big wheel, i’m a banana-seated schwinn
{take the b-tt of your gun and smash their nose in}

i’m a leggo-eggo maniac i’m stickier than some fun tack
trip to the store and get another six pack
bomb dropping like at ground zero
like colonel klink is getting f-cked by hogan’s heroes

oh, eenie meanie miney mo you took your shot you missed
i wasn’t a good boy this year, i’m not on santa’s list
i gave your girl some sausage and than i slit your wrists
now i’m taking your -ss out like my name was burgeous meredith

fast fast quick bic like -ss when you p-ss gas
you threw it like a girl that’s why you got picked last
and mr. easy does it never did it now did he
jesus is coming so look busy

and you and your chumps are gonna get your lumps
i got the goose that laid the golden egg you got goose b-mps
’cause i’m black y’all, it’s a fact y’all
and if you try to take what’s mine i’ll take it back y’all

i wish all skinheads smelled like mr. clean
and that girl from jersey really was nineteen
’cause the whole d-mn world would be peachy keen
with rip taylor on the cover of every magazine so go

rip, rip, rip taylor
rip, rip, rip taylor
rip taylor, rip taylor
your girlfriend we nailed her

my mom’s got opposable thumbs
your mom’s weezie jefferson
i’d rather eat fresh heiny chow
{and i ain’t crazy about no godd-mn b-tthole know how}

batter roll and whip you like a f-ckin’ kanoli
if satan had a hockey team then i’d be the goalie
’cause we’re dumber than driftwood, dumber than your mama
dumber than a supermodel, dumber than kwanza

- bloodhound gang

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