Carl Poppa (feat. Carl G.)
Beat
I hurt the Gingerbread boy
'Cause 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
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur
Man, I just flow
Shoeshine
And no one wanted your stinkin' tiara
'Cause no one wanted your stinky chair
And why you always talk about the cool kids who take archery?
Yeah, you're a shinky-dink
You'll get a funeral if you don't wise up and call me
"Carl Poppa"
Ah-ah-ah-ah
La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur
I threw a brick in the air (what kind of brick?)
Shouldn't matter because a brick is just a brick (word)
Dark days, darker nights
Found my way down a whole without light
Because I flow
La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur
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
La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur
Now all the walkers sing
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I just like to dance, yeah!
(Carl Poppa)
Cellblock wisdom
French braid tabletop
If you mess with the Carl Poppa
I'm coming at you like one, two
Walkers in the back of the club
I'm guessing it's a club where everyone dies
If they try to dance to the music that doesn't play
'Cause we don't got no electricity
What we got is bones, bones, bones
Piles of bones, bones, bones, bones, bones
If you try to step up to me
Hit you in the femur with another femur that is laying on the ground, yeah
Wordsmith, rhymes
Hama lama, sima lama, hama lama
Someone had to cut my baby sister out my momma
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
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
Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur
Man, I just flow
Carl Poppa, Carl Poppa
Man, I just flow
Carl Poppa, Carl Poppa
Carl Poppa
I can barely remember pre-apocalypse
Carl Poppa
Uh, I guess nothing rhymes with that
Except maybe "taco lips"
Man, I just flow
Carl Poppa
Carl Poppa
Man, I just flow
Carl Poppa
You cannot handle the flow, son
I hurt the Gingerbread boy
'Cause 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
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur
Man, I just flow
Shoeshine
And no one wanted your stinkin' tiara
'Cause no one wanted your stinky chair
And why you always talk about the cool kids who take archery?
Yeah, you're a shinky-dink
You'll get a funeral if you don't wise up and call me
"Carl Poppa"
Ah-ah-ah-ah
La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur
I threw a brick in the air (what kind of brick?)
Shouldn't matter because a brick is just a brick (word)
Dark days, darker nights
Found my way down a whole without light
Because I flow
La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur
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
La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur
Now all the walkers sing
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I just like to dance, yeah!
(Carl Poppa)
Cellblock wisdom
French braid tabletop
If you mess with the Carl Poppa
I'm coming at you like one, two
Walkers in the back of the club
I'm guessing it's a club where everyone dies
If they try to dance to the music that doesn't play
'Cause we don't got no electricity
What we got is bones, bones, bones
Piles of bones, bones, bones, bones, bones
If you try to step up to me
Hit you in the femur with another femur that is laying on the ground, yeah
Wordsmith, rhymes
Hama lama, sima lama, hama lama
Someone had to cut my baby sister out my momma
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
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
Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur
Man, I just flow
Carl Poppa, Carl Poppa
Man, I just flow
Carl Poppa, Carl Poppa
Carl Poppa
I can barely remember pre-apocalypse
Carl Poppa
Uh, I guess nothing rhymes with that
Except maybe "taco lips"
Man, I just flow
Carl Poppa
Carl Poppa
Man, I just flow
Carl Poppa
You cannot handle the flow, son
Credits
Writer(s): Bad Lip Reading
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