Carl Poppa – Bad Lip Reading – letras

I hurt the gingerbread boyCuz he’s pretend-bread boyLittle cookie man never waved to meSo he got knocked outMan, cuz I flowLa jiggy jar jar dooDur dur dur dee durMan, I just flowShoe shineNo one wanted your stinking tiaraCuz no one wanted your sticky chairAnd why you always talk about the cool kidsWho take archeryYeah you’re a shrinky dinkYou’ll get a funeralIf you don’t wise up and call meCarl poppaOh oh oh, oh oh ohLa jiggy jar jar dooDur dur dur dee durI threw a brick in the airThat shouldn’t matter cuz a brick is just a brickDark daysDarker nightsFound my way down a hall without a lightBecause I flowLa jiggy jar jar dooDur dur dur dee durThis whole thing where random deadPeople try to kill me’s gotta goThey keep walkingWalking my wayIf they’re talkingCan’t tell what they sayThey keep fallingOver stuff in their wayDead dudes walkingCan ruin your dayOh oh oh, oh oh ohLa jiggy jar jar dooDur dur dur dee durNow all the walkers sing!Oh oh oh, oh oh ohOh oh oh, oh oh ohOh oh oh, oh oh ohOh oh oh, oh oh ohOh oh oh, oh oh ohOh oh oh, oh oh ohI just like to danceOh oh oh, oh oh ohCarl poppaCellblok wisdomFrench braid tabletopIf you mess with carl poppaI’m coming at you likeOne, two, walkers in the back of the clubI’m guessing it’s a club where everyone diesIf they try to danceTo the music that doesn’t playCuz we don’t got noElectricityWhat we got is bones, bones, bonesPiles of bones, bones, bones, bones, bonesIf you try to step to meHit you in the femurWith another femur that is laying on the ground, yeahWordsmithRhymesHama lama sima lama hama lamaSomeone had to cut my baby sister out my mamaThey keep walkingWalking my wayIf they’re talkingCan’t tell what they sayThey keep fallingOver stuff in their wayDead dudes walkingCan ruin your dayThey keep walkingWalking my wayIf they’re talkingCan’t tell what they sayThey keep fallingOver stuff in their wayDead dudes walkingCan ruin your dayLa jiggy jar jar dooDur dur dur dee durBecause I flowBecause I flowCarl poppaCarl poppaI can barely remember pre-apocalypseI guess nothing rhymes with thatExcept maybe taco lipsCarl poppaCarl poppaCarl poppa