Bad Lip Reading Carl Poppa (Feat. Carl G.) Скачать

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I hurt the Gingerbread Boy
Cuz he's Pretend Bread Boy
Little cookie man never waved to me
So he got knocked out

Man, cuz I flow
La jiggy jar jar doo
Dur dur dur dee dur
Man, I just flow

Shoeshine
And no one wanted your stinkin tiara (Hey, hey, hey)
Cause no one wanted your sticky chair
And why you always talk about the cool kids, who take archery?
Yeah you're a shrinky dink
You'll get a funeral if you don't wise up and call me
Carl Poppa
(Ahh, Ahh)

La jiggy jar jar doo
Dur dur dur dee dur

I threw a brick in the air (What kind of brick?)
Shouldn't matter because a brick is just a brick (Word)
Dark days, darker nights
Found my way down a hall without a light

Because I flow
La jiggy jar jar doo
Dur dur dur dee dur

This whole thing where random dead people try to kill me's gotta go
They keep walking, walking my way
If they're talking, can't tell what they say
They keep falling, over stuff in their way
Dead dudes walkin', can ruin your day

(Ahh, Ahh)
La jiggy jar jar doo
Dur dur dur dee dur

Now all the walkers sing!
(Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
(Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
(Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
Yeah I just like to dance, yeah! (Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
Carl Poppa

Cellblock wisdom
French braid tabletop
If you mess with Carl Poppa, uh
I'm coming at you like one, two
Walkers in the back of the club
I'm guessing it's a club where everyone dies
If they try to dance to the music that doesn't play
Cause it don't got no electricity

What we got is bones, bones, bones
Piles of bones, bones, bones. bones, bones
If you try to step to me
Hit you in the femur
With another femur that is laying on the ground

Yeah
Wordsmith
Rhymes
Hama lama, sima lama, hama lama
Someone had to cut my baby sister out my mama

They keep walking, walking my way
If they're talking, can't tell what they say
They keep falling, over stuff in their way
Dead dudes walkin', can ruin your day

They keep walking, walking my way (No one wanted your stinkin tiara)
If they're talking, can't tell what they say (Cause no one wanted your sticky chair)
They keep falling (Why you always talk about the cool kids, who take archery)
Over stuff in their way (Yeah you're a shrinky dink)
Dead dudes walkin' (You get a funeral if you don't wise up)
Can ruin your day (and call me Carl Poppa)

La jiggy jar jar doo
Dur dur dur dee dur
Man, I just flow
Carl Poppa
Carl Poppa
Man, I just flow
Carl Poppa
Carl Poppa
Carl Poppa

I can barely remember pre-apocalypse (Carl Poppa)
Uh, I guess nothing rhymes with that
Except maybe "taco lips"

Man, I just flow
Carl Poppa
Carl Poppa
(Man, I just)
Carl Poppa

You can not handle the flow, son