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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Q-Ball
DJ Q-Ball
Vocals
Jimmy Pop
Jimmy Pop
Vocals
PAC-MAN
PAC-MAN
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ferdinand Bolland
Ferdinand Bolland
Songwriter
James Hetfield
James Hetfield
Songwriter
Cliff Burton
Cliff Burton
Songwriter
Peter Gill
Peter Gill
Songwriter
Holly Johnson
Holly Johnson
Songwriter
Lars Ulrich
Lars Ulrich
Songwriter
Mark O'Toole
Mark O'Toole
Songwriter
J. Hoelzel
J. Hoelzel
Songwriter
James Franks
James Franks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Pop
Jimmy Pop
Producer
Joseph M. Palmaccio
Joseph M. Palmaccio
Mastering Engineer
Richard Gavalis
Richard Gavalis
Engineer

Lirik

[Verse 1]
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo'
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell, no, we gonna do this for a gangbangin' thug that never seen it comin'
Yeah, Tupac Shakur
Nah, bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit
What? Falco?
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Tried to OD on the Cold-Eeze
Golden Girls got me Sweatin' to the Oldies
Hangin' out like double Ds, sip Long Island iced teas
Wrote to Mayor McCheese, "Send a shamrock shake, please"
Three o'clock on the dot, time to cruise for 8th 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's 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
Playin' spin the bottle with my mom
I watch Cops with no pants on
[Verse 4]
Must've blown a fuse, nothin's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Bugging out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes to Hollywood
[Verse 5]
Relax, don't do it, when you want to go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you want to come
Relax, don't do it, when you want to go to it
Relax, don't do it (When you want to come)
[Verse 6]
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 losing sight of the thrill of sneezing
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, hook the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time
Send a letter in the mail in braille to Johnny Quest
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch
[Verse 7]
Must've blown a fuse, nothin's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Bugging out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes to Hollywood
[Verse 8]
Relax, don't do it, when you want to go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you want to come
Relax, don't do it, when you want to go to it
Relax, don't do it (When you want to come)
[Verse 9]
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you want to come
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you want to come
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you want to come
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you want to come
[Verse 10]
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
[Verse 11]
Must've blown a fuse, nothin's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Bugging out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes to Hollywood
[Verse 12]
Relax, don't do it, when you want to go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you want to come
Relax, don't do it, when you want to go to it
Relax, don't do it (When you want to come)
[Verse 13]
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Written by: Clifford Lee Burton, Ferdinand D. Bolland, William Johnson, James Alan Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Mark William O’Toole, Peter Francis Michael Gill, Robert J. Bolland
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