They Want EFX - Das EFX

Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum hon I got the old pa rum pum pum pum 
But I can fe fi fo fum diddly bum here I come 
So Peter Piper I'm hyper than Pinochio's nose 
I'm the supercalafragilistic tic tac pro 
I gave my oopsy daisy now you've got the crazy 
Crazy with the books Googley goo where's the gravy 
So one two unbuckle my um shoe 
Yabba Doo hippity hoo crack a brew 
So trick or treat smell my feet yup I drippedy-dropped a hit 
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship 
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids 
The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig 
My waist bone's connected to my hip bone 
My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone 
My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone 
My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har 
The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um 
Skip the ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb 
Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um 
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun 
They want EFX, some live EFX 
They want EFX, some live EFX 
They want EFX, some live EFX 
Snap a neck for some live EFX 
Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills 
I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil 
So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff 
'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff 
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift 
I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff 
I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe 
All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo? 
Oh I'm steaming, agony 
Why's everybody always picking on me 
They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game 
You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same 
'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze 
So no Park sausages, Mom, please 
A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip 
Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift 
And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep 
I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa 
Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt 
Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun 
They want EFX, some live EFX 
They want EFX, some live EFX 
They want EFX, some live EFX 
Snap a neck for some live EFX 
Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch 
So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch 
I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw 
And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw 
With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue, 
Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too 
So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain 
Like Roscoe B. Coltrane 
I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker 
I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker 
Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke 
A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo 
I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie 
To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie 
Tally ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so 
Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep 
I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh 
B - I - N - G - O-oh 
You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh 
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun 
They want EFX, some live EFX 
They want EFX, some live EFX 
They want EFX, some live EFX 
Snap a neck for some live EFX