jimmy pop's not pooper not a pauper but a popper and I got more pop than orville redenbacher I gots more gravy than the whole gravy train when I'm kooky going loopy like a man insane I won't be around when the world ends so the only thing that I recycle is your girlfriend aww back to the side I jump up I swing when I'm using knockem' sockem' ya know I'm playing it to win the nina the pinta the santa maria see you later salamander cause I wouldn't want to be ya I'm a chip I'm an pringle cause you know I gots the flavor pop me up in your mouth like I was a life saver I ain't got no soul but I got more than don henley I'm whiter than casper but I'm not that friendly marco polo you tried to fly solo make your thoughts vocal I'll put ya in a choke hold one way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha one way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha I'll getcha I'm a gangster no I'm a gangster bitch your momma gave me head yo ur girlie gave me the itch scratch it back the bass beats fast listen to the shotgun blast in the oven you'll get burned or in the tank that you'll get gassed fake-o like bacos never mistake though showing up painted up fresh from macco coming in on stereo rounder than a cheerio quick to fill your fix and I'm dizzier than a merry-go rock this obnoxious I'm truly not nice cause I'm blood sucking evil like muppets on ice arriba arriba I'm the under achiever gonna leave it to beaver I'm the daydream believer I'm like mothra man with my big wingspan and your the mother fucking jap that killed my offspring chan I'm a menace to society gonna fill the prophecy first I'll drink your genesee and then I'll take your liberty one way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha one way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha I'll getcha I'm a tarantula in your chiquita and when you're peeling back the skin I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna bite ya I'm gonna bite ya I'm jimmy pop I'll tell you straight up I don't like you cause I'm cold kicking lyrics till the day I die many fail to copy at least they still try busting up vocabulary is what I do most I'm gonna spread your legs like butter and gobble ya up like toast you went for the cherry you went bobbing for the apple but the apple it be rotten and you had to eat the scrappple scrapple? pig meat from a pig pen hog leftovers your girlfriend flex to the effects and I don't care what nobody thinks eating all you sherbert and dropping all your tiddiley winks whoops goes my arm I think it's outta socket come over little girlie I got some candy in my pocket one way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha one way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha I'll getcha
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