Das EFX — Klap Your Hands

Verse One: Dray Well uhh, ? ? ? ? is macaroni and cheese Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh sneeze Not, I gotcha trippin, yippity-doo-da-day Shucks, I'm makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boon coon So shout "wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!" Dray up for sure dang, now that I'm flexed My a-efx'll quote, when the bridge fell down And i'ma good ship with the lollipop Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos I'm crazy like that But it's the cat got snuffed, or mr.red and his crew So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop Oops, I Weeble-wobble-wobble-weeble I may But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for Dray and...... "klap your hands now" (x3) Bon voyage, look out below cos umm I got my socks on, the popcorn, the hubba bubba, yep gum Skippity bum, you think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah, Chitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, Jiminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang I got the nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, yes Stuffy-head, coughing, aching, fever so you can rest-type rhymes So fidgety fever for the flavor of a spliff Or a floozy, be careful who you choose Cause choosey moms choose Jif Lickety split, the slip of a lip can sink ships And yo, a sandwich isn't a sandwich without the Miracle Whip In the morning, yawning as I stand for group check To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut up your poop deck Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque Because the A is for apple, the J is for 'ja-back to boom back' So gimme an S-K-double O-B, your man So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands Hook (x3) Verse Three: Dray Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time I'm on the yabba dabba, scribber scrabber, shim-sham flam So, heavens-to-Betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz My lickity split got splat, the doodley squat was hot Oh yeah, yap-a-doodle-do, you don't know Mr. Magoo? You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too So umm, hi ho Silver and away we go The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toe, so Holy Toledo, cowabunga, what gives? I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?* The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more Cos that's all I can stands, I can't stands no more So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts But yo my Almond Joy caught a cap in his chest So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest So season it, season it, season it, I shall Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books, that's my pal and...... Hook (x3) Verse Four: Skoob A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style I'm slaying is dap I got the Mott's, the back pop, crackle and snap And all that, me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny out her bloomers Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber, some say Brooklyn boop But don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2 Aiyo, sit Ubu sit, shit cos I'm the one who Kick a rhyme in singular, so son, get used to it Cos Puff the Magic Dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate Or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw Umm, listen hun, as I kick the jigsaw M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter, I Crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back Hump back, I, you can't touch I Cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya...... Hook to fade