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Bloodhound Gang - Mope (Official Video)
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Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Q-Ball
DJ Q-Ball
Vocals
Jimmy Pop
Jimmy Pop
Vocals
PAC-MAN
PAC-MAN
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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
Ferdinand Bolland
Ferdinand Bolland
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

Testi

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
Writer(s): Lars Ulrich, James Alan Hetfield, Holly Johnson, Mark William O'toole, Clifford Lee Burton, Johann Hoelzel, Ferdinand D. Bolland, Robert J. Bolland, Peter Gill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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