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G.I. Joe boy, monkey suit man Shamu, 5.0, flatfoot motherfucka make less money <br /> than the damn schoolteacher Make less money than a damn school teacher<br /> Ignorant redneck<br /> Squeal, squeal, squeal<br /> I&#39;m gettin&#39; tired of dealing with the p.i.g.c.o.w.a.r.d<br /> Cro-Magnum, meter maid fed, cinder block (hed)<br /> How to serve and protect everything that you hate-wait<br /> Your pencil neck&#39;s about to break<br /> Coward, coward<br /> What&#39;s with that chip on your shoulder?<br /> What&#39;s with that chip on your shoulder?<br /> Vacuum<br /> Vak-yoom brain ded<br /> Oink-oink, cornfed<br /> No action seein&#39;<br /> Glorified security guard<br /> Causin&#39; more trouble than you find on your silly beat<br /> Useless & integrated<br /> The hate and race war you perpetuate will soon end<br /> Then, you&#39;ll be unemployed<br /> Checkin&#39; my ID for a livin&#39;<br /> Insecure, power struck excuse for a pig<br /> Smell the bacon fryin&#39;<br /> See it dyin&#39; in my nice dreams<br /> <br /> Slice these officers<br /> Bleedin&#39; from the cap that me just twisted back-snap!<br /> Slut<br /> Coward, coward<br /> What&#39;s with that chip on your shoulder?<br /> What&#39;s with that chip on your shoulder??!<br /> What&#39;s with that chip on ya shoulder??<br /> WHAT&#39;s With that chip on ya shoulder???<br /> Don&#39;t stop!<br /> check it out chumb, ya got tha hednigga up in this muthafucka<br /> yo got tha O.M.C in tha house, ya got tha H.E.D in da house,Orange County nigga <br /> checkin&#39; for a motherfuckin&#39; place to be ten point two three,<br /> dancers fate with the fencers down with the prankers<br /> fucking by the court rolling MC&#39;s calling but the faggot turned the phone off, <br /> blows it, flows it, barely knows it, all fuckd up with the wimp that shows it <br /> all boesin&#39; up like airborne, &#39;ot like gypsy, burn like napalm, yeah, silly <br /> nigga no yo can&#39;t rip dis up all by the law and rip the spirit lip K.K.K loud <br /> like a beetlebug in ya back here they come, here they come, here they come, <br /> here they come, and when we come we come we come hard, and when we come we come <br /> correct, and when we come we come hard, and when we come whe must come <br /> correct..Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

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G.I. Joe boy, monkey suit man Shamu, 5.0, flatfoot motherfucka make less money
than the damn schoolteacher Make less money than a damn school teacher
Ignorant redneck
Squeal, squeal, squeal
I'm gettin' tired of dealing with the p.i.g.c.o.w.a.r.d
Cro-Magnum, meter maid fed, cinder block (hed)
How to serve and protect everything that you hate-wait
Your pencil neck's about to break
Coward, coward
What's with that chip on your shoulder?
What's with that chip on your shoulder?
Vacuum
Vak-yoom brain ded
Oink-oink, cornfed
No action seein'
Glorified security guard
Causin' more trouble than you find on your silly beat
Useless & integrated

The hate and race war you perpetuate will soon end
Then, you'll be unemployed
Checkin' my ID for a livin'
Insecure, power struck excuse for a pig
Smell the bacon fryin'
See it dyin' in my nice dreams
Slice these officers
Bleedin' from the cap that me just twisted back-snap!
Slut
Coward, coward
What's with that chip on your shoulder?
What's with that chip on your shoulder??!
What's with that chip on ya shoulder??
WHAT's With that chip on ya shoulder???
Don't stop!
check it out chumb, ya got tha hednigga up in this muthafucka
yo got tha O.M.C in tha house, ya got tha H.E.D in da house,Orange County nigga
checkin' for a motherfuckin' place to be ten point two three,
dancers fate with the fencers down with the prankers
fucking by the court rolling MC's calling but the faggot turned the phone off,
blows it, flows it, barely knows it, all fuckd up with the wimp that shows it
all boesin' up like airborne, 'ot like gypsy, burn like napalm, yeah, silly
nigga no yo can't rip dis up all by the law and rip the spirit lip K.K.K loud
like a beetlebug in ya back here they come, here they come, here they come,
here they come, and when we come we come we come hard, and when we come we come
correct, and when we come we come hard, and when we come whe must come
correct..

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Alfred Matthew "Weird Al" Yankovic (born October 23, 1959 in Downey, California) is an American singer-songwriter, music producer, actor, comedian, satirist, accordian player and kazooist. Yankovic is known in particular for his humorous songs that make light of popular culture and that often parody specific songs by contemporary musical acts. Since his first-aired song parody in 1976, he has sold more than 12 million albums—more than any other comedy act in history—recorded more than 150 parody and original songs, and has performed more than 1,000 live shows.

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