Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We're the knuckleheads
If you would be the peanut butter then I would play the jelly I'll peel apart your bread and then I'll penetrate your belly Your blood stains mighty bad I wash it off with Coast Now I'll take my jelly and spread it on your toast No one rhymes faster the mic is my blaster So grasp some Shasta the mighty mic master Giving ya communion with your lips on my cup Pump pump pump pump me up Now if you're the waterboy then I'm the heavyweight contender I'm gonna mix you all up like a Black And Decker blender If you would be the Telstar then I'd have to be Defender I'll be out in just four weeks I was a first offender Your a dumb ass stupid Vera and I'm the one that Flo calls Mel Puttin' holes right through your body like Harvey Keitel You're a broken down Big Wheel I'm a banana-seated Schwinn Take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in I'm a leggo-Eggo maniac I'm stickier than some Fun Tack Trip to the store and get another six pack Bomb dropping like at ground zero Like Colonel Klink is getting fucked by Hogan's Heroes Eenie meanie miney mo you took your shot you missed I wasn't a good boy this year I'm not on Santa's list I gave your girl some sausage and than I slit your wrists Now I'm taking your ass out like my name was Burgeous Meredith
Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We're the knuckleheads
Fast fast quick Bic like ass when ya pass gas You threw it like a girl that's why you got picked last And Mr. Easy does it never did it now did he Jesus is coming so look busy And you and your chumps are gonna get your lumps I got the goose that laid the golden egg you got goose bumps Cause I'm black y'all, it's a fact y'all And if you try to take what's mine I'll take it back y'all I wish all skinheads smelled like Mr. Clean And that girl from Jersey really was nineteen Cause the whole damn world would be peachy keen With Rip Taylor on the cover of every magazine so go Rip Rip Rip Taylor Rip Rip Rip Taylor Rip Taylor Rip Taylor Your girlfriend we nailed her My mom's got opposable thumbs Your mom's Weezie Jefferson I'd rather eat fresh heiny chow And i ain't crazy about no god damn butthole no how Batter roll and whip ya like a fucken' kanoli If Satan had a hockey team theni'd be the goalie Cause we're dumber than driftwood dumber than your mama Dumber than a supermodel dumber than Kwanza
Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We're the knuckleheads
Compositores: James M Franks (James Franks), Michael J Bowe (Daddy Long Legs) ECAD: Obra #495715