Willy Bubba
O.K. class, um. Please settle down now.
I'd like to introduce our new student, uh.
Uh, Willy Bubba. Willy is from Kentucky.
And uh Willy. I'll be your teacher.
My name is Misses Felby.
Well, I droped outta school but I still hang in the hall.
And there I was, you'll never guess what I saw.
Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck.
But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up.
Hey Willy Bubba, hubba bubba lubba.
My name's Violent J, but my homies call me chicken plucka.
I been down with the clowns since day one.
I'ts day two. I guess I got some pluckin to do.
In these parts, we tie you to he desk.
And all I never take blows to ya chest.
Fists to ya chin. Kicks to ya head.
Last year we killed a kid dead.
PAH! "Oh, my fault..."
Walked in the school, there's hay in the hallway.
Leadin to ya locker. Walk up and sock ya.
Then bounce ya head around the classroom and act nutty.
The teacher walks in and aksed everybody...
body... body...
Chorus-
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...
(Nice to get back to the high school crowd where your alive.)
Willy Willy Bubba Hubba Lubba Dubba Dilly.
Tell me why ya talk so silly. Bitch!
Ya sound like ya come from the land of the biggots.
Jolly O' Dickens. The land of the chickens.
I guess you in season. I'm packin me a folk fo'.
Barrels to ya head and blow ya face out ya asshole.
Pow! Bitch. I'm Shaggy 2 Dope.
I'm comin for yo kin folk. Ya get ya chin broke.
And don't cry or run to the teach.
She can't understand your redneck-ass speech.
(Bin-er-eroin)
If she couls she wouldn't do a thing.
Cuz' she's my bitch and she loves to suck my wang.
You in trouble Bubba. Ya better run quick.
You too slow Willy. Cuz' yous a fat bitch.
I caught up in got my hands all bloody.
The teacher walks in the classroom and aksed everybody.
body... body... body... body...
(Farm sounds)
Chorus-
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...
Hold On! check it out...
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy bubba.
Let's play willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
nn dang dang un dang un dang
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
I'd like to introduce our new student, uh.
Uh, Willy Bubba. Willy is from Kentucky.
And uh Willy. I'll be your teacher.
My name is Misses Felby.
Well, I droped outta school but I still hang in the hall.
And there I was, you'll never guess what I saw.
Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck.
But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up.
Hey Willy Bubba, hubba bubba lubba.
My name's Violent J, but my homies call me chicken plucka.
I been down with the clowns since day one.
I'ts day two. I guess I got some pluckin to do.
In these parts, we tie you to he desk.
And all I never take blows to ya chest.
Fists to ya chin. Kicks to ya head.
Last year we killed a kid dead.
PAH! "Oh, my fault..."
Walked in the school, there's hay in the hallway.
Leadin to ya locker. Walk up and sock ya.
Then bounce ya head around the classroom and act nutty.
The teacher walks in and aksed everybody...
body... body...
Chorus-
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...
(Nice to get back to the high school crowd where your alive.)
Willy Willy Bubba Hubba Lubba Dubba Dilly.
Tell me why ya talk so silly. Bitch!
Ya sound like ya come from the land of the biggots.
Jolly O' Dickens. The land of the chickens.
I guess you in season. I'm packin me a folk fo'.
Barrels to ya head and blow ya face out ya asshole.
Pow! Bitch. I'm Shaggy 2 Dope.
I'm comin for yo kin folk. Ya get ya chin broke.
And don't cry or run to the teach.
She can't understand your redneck-ass speech.
(Bin-er-eroin)
If she couls she wouldn't do a thing.
Cuz' she's my bitch and she loves to suck my wang.
You in trouble Bubba. Ya better run quick.
You too slow Willy. Cuz' yous a fat bitch.
I caught up in got my hands all bloody.
The teacher walks in the classroom and aksed everybody.
body... body... body... body...
(Farm sounds)
Chorus-
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...
Hold On! check it out...
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy bubba.
Let's play willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
nn dang dang un dang un dang
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
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