Mope lyrics

Artist  : Gang Bloodhound 
Song : Mope



 Send "Mope" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   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 gangbanging thug
that never seen it comin'.

Yeah, Tupac Shakur.

Nah bitch, I'm talkin' ‘bout motherfuckin'
Falco and shit.

What? Falco?



Rock me Amadeus

Rock me Amadeus

Rock me Amadeus

Rock me Amadeus



Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze

"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' To The Oldies"

Hanging 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
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
U.P.S.

Playin' spin the bottle with my mom

I watch "Cops" with no pants on



Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on

Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King
Kong

Buggin' 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



Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it

Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it

Relax don't do it when you wanna cum



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 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

Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny
Quest

Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch



Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on

Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King
Kong

Buggin' 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



Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it

Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it

Relax don't do it when you wanna cum



I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin'
plums

When you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin'
plums

When you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin'
plums

When you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin'
plums

When you wanna cum



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 nothing's going on

Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King
Kong

Buggin' 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



Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it

Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it

Relax don't do it when you wanna cum



Holy macaroni

Holy macaroni

Holy macaroni

Holy macaroni