Karaoké Carl Poppa Bad Lip Reading & Carl G.

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I hurt the Gingerbread Boy 'cos he's Pretend-Bread Boy

Little cookie man never waved to me

So he got knocked out because I flow

La jiggy jar jar doo

Doo doo doo dee doo

Man, I just flow

Shoeshine

And no one wanted your stinkin' tiara

Hey, hey, hey 'cos no one wanted your sticky chair

No oh oh oh

And why you always talk about the cool kids who take archery

Yeah, you're a shrinky dink

Oh oh

You'll get a funeral if you don't wise up and call me

Carl Poppa

Ah ah ah ah ah aah

La jiggy jar jar doo

Doo doo doo dee doo

I threw a brick in the air

This shouldn't matter

What kind of brick 'cos a brick is just a brick

Word

Dark days, darker nights

Found my way down a hall without a light because I flow

La jiggy jar jar doo

Doo doo doo dee doo

This whole thing where random dead people try to kill me's gotta go

They keep walking walking my way

If they're talking can't tell what they say

They keep falling over stuff in their way

Dead dudes walking can ruin your day

Ah ah ah ah ah aah

La jiggy jar jar doo

Doo doo doo dee doo

Now all the walkers sing

Ah ah ah ah ah aah

Ah ah ah ah ah aah

Ah ah ah ah ah aah

Ah ah ah ah ah aah

Ah ah ah ah ah aah

Ah ah ah ah ah aah

Yeah, I just like to dance

Ah ah ah ah ah aah

Ah ah ah ah ah aah

Yeah, Carl Poppa

Cellblock wisdom

French braid table top

If you mess with the Carl Poppa

Uh, I'm coming at you like one, two

Aah aah

Walkers in the back of the club

I'm guessing it's a club

Aah aah where everyone dies

Aah aah

If they try to dance to the music that doesn't play

Aah aah 'cos it don't got no electricity

Aah aah

What we got is bones, bones, bones

Aah aah

Piles of bones, bones bones, bones, bones

Aah aah

If you try to step to me hit you in the femur

Aah aah with another femur that is laying on the ground

Aah aah

Yeah

Wordsmith

Aah aah

Rhymes

Aah aah

Hama lama, Sima lama

Hama lama

Someone had to cut my baby sister out my mama

Aah aah

They keep walking walking my way

Aah aah

Aah aah

If they're talking can't tell what they say

Aah aah

Aah aah

They keep falling over stuff in their way

Aah aah

Aah aah

Dead dudes walking can ruin your day

Aah aah

Aah aah

They keep walking

And no one wanted your stinkin' tiara walking my way

If they're talking 'cos no one wanted your sticky chair can't tell what they say

And why you always talk about the cool kids

They keep falling who take archery

Yeah, you're a shrinky dink over stuff in their way

Dead dudes walking

You'll get a funeral if you don't wise up and call me can ruin your day

Carl Poppa

Aah aah

La jiggy jar jar doo

Doo doo doo dee doo

Aah aah

Man, I just flow

Carl Poppa

Aah aah

Aah aah

Aah aah

Carl Poppa

Man, I just flow

Aah aah

Aah aah

Carl Poppa

Aah aah

Aah aah

Carl Poppa

Aah aah

Aah aah

Carl Poppa

I can barely remember

Aah aah pre-apocalypse

Carl Poppa

Aah aah

Uh, I guess nothing rhymes with that

Aah aah

Aah aah except maybe taco lips

Aah aah

Man, I just flow

Aah aah

Carl Poppa

Aah aah

Aah aah

Carl Poppa

Man, I just flow

Carl Poppa

You cannot handle the flow, son