Fight Like Apes Lyrics
"Pop Itch"

Now the boys and the girls ,
Picking fights, starting brawls,
Thinking first play and replays
are reasons to get all worked up
Back up son, this baby's got a neck
And she's bordered like a boy's
Sticking rhymes like a noise
Who's got the dub play
Who's got the tape
Who's got the method to get them to the backstage
Who's got the helmet who's got the nut
Limited edition Jabba the hut
Not including Jabba the hut
Just a box for Jabba the hut
Just to reiterate Jabba the hut
Desperate pig I'd bit your tongue
Burn your bridges, stop sucking your thumb
We'll see you
Burn your bridges, stop sucking your thumb
Stars are swinging like a clock on a walk
Put another digit on your name and start a blog
Maybe make a stew out of brown wretched beans and you
Put it in a barrel in a little boxed room
In a little barrel in a pretty little tomb
Spaghetti hoops and brown bread
With little to be sung
I took out my babysitter with pennies and poured rum
My poor Mom, oh my poor Mom
I still hope she loves me som , my Mom
Oh my poor Mom
It's the pig I's bite your tongue,
Burn your bridges and stop sucking each thumb
We'll see you
Stars are swinging like a clock on a walk
Put another digit on your name and write a blog