Lyrics of Mope by Bloodhound Gang
intro
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging thug that never seen it comin'
Nah bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit
verse
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
Send a Shamrock Shake, please
Time to cruise for eighth graders
verse
Rather tape the Weather Channel
So that I can watch it later
Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again
Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
verse
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
pre-chorus
Climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents of a "Party of Five"
pre-chorus
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Dick around like Frankie Goes to Hollywood
verse
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'
verse
Don't need a shower today
Just some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans
Clean, they'll do another day
Hope a conversation starts
verse
I mean I might as well be listenin' to Journey
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
pre-chorus
Climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents of a "Party of Five"
pre-chorus
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Dick around like Frankie Goes to Hollywood
bridge
I'm mighty, tighty, whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
I'm mighty, tighty, whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
I'm mighty, tighty, whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
I'm mighty, tighty, whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
bridge
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! What it is, motherfuckers?
Aw shit, here comes Pac-Man
Me, you bitches! I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase?
No, Pac-Man, drugs are bad
Nope, can't help you, man
pre-chorus
Climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents of a "Party of Five"
pre-chorus
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Dick around like Frankie Goes to Hollywood
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