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Lyrics
(ahh)
Don’t try to scan a seaweed heap,
your fragile toes might step in glass
Don’t try to pet your dog in the dark,
you might feel it up the ass
Grew up on tabbouli and hummus,
carrots and baba ghanoush
I can’t say the word “foyer”
but I can pronounce the word “douche”
(ahh!)
Grew up on tabbouli and hummus,
carrots and baba ghanoush
I stopped calling people fags
but I’m still in a rotten cartouche
Mommy’s trucking kids in her belly,
getting them ready for a soccer rot
Next time I see a van with a telly,
I’m going to hit them a lot!
(Ahhhh...)
The crime scene
had officers’ heads down (shwop shwop)
How will I unearth that mystery? (shwop shwop)
Dental records, maybe? (shwop shwop)
That poor baby.
Mommy’s trucking kids in her belly,
getting them ready for a soccer rot
Next time I see a van with a telly,
I’m going to hit them a lot!
A lot!
A lot!
A lot!
A lot!
"Oh my God it's DIP!"