Mope (short Pac-Man version) lyrics

[Intro]
- We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' player that ain't with us no more
- Yeah, Notorious B.I.G
- Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging thug that never seen it comin'
- Yeah, Tupac Shakur
- Nah, b*tch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherf*ckin' Falco and sh*t
- What? Falco?

[Sample]
Rock me, Amadeus
Rock me, Amadeus
Rock me, Amadeus
Rock me, Amadeus

[Verse 1]
Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze
"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' to the Oldies"
Hangin' out like Double Ds sip Long Island Iced Teas
Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please!"
Three O' Clock on the dot time to cruise for Eighth graders
Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later
Reruns of Rerun so "What's Happening?"
Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again
Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Make a Spam and Colgate sandwich and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives
So I like to dance naked in front of my pets
But my cat was inattentive so I sent him UPS
Playin' spin the bottle with my mom
I watch "Cops" with no pants on
[Pre-Chorus]
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents of a "Party of Five"
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
di*k around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

[Chorus]
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna c*m
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna c*m

[Verse 2]
Nowhere to go, I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate
Stalemate jailbait in "My So-Called Life" imprisonment
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make, isn't it?
I like to pretend I'm speed reading
Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today just some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans clean they'll do another day
And I recycle I sniff my own farts
I dial the wrong number hope a conversation starts
I mean I might as well be listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time
Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Jonny Quest
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch
[Pre-Chorus]
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents of a "Party of Five"
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
di*k around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

[Chorus]
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna c*m
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna c*m

[Bridge]
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna c*m
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna c*m
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna c*m
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna c*m
[Break]
- Yo yo yo yo yo! What it is, motherf*ckers?
- Aw sh*t, here comes Pac-Man
Hey Pac-Man, what's up?
- Me, you b*tches! I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase?
- No, Pac-Man, drugs are bad!
Nope, can't help you, man
- Pussies. Whoa! Holy sh*t!

[Pre-Chorus]
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents of a "Party of Five"
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
di*k around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

[Chorus]
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna c*m
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna c*m

[Outro]
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni