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When you're in a ditch Life can be a bitch Cut yourself a niche or make yourself a sandwhich The man from Japan Joined the Chan Clan I crashed my kattamaran Damn that harmattan Baby, come on and get your freak on we'll drop into the party like a doodoo in a porta john well drop it like its hot, you like it in the pot, we both getting crazy like a potshottatertot yeah we both getting crazy eyes getting hazy these drinks do not phase me your my african daisy move dem hips and the girls say wow come on baby you're the cat's MEOW Dynamic doubleton loose on the prowl Open your eyes like a screech owl dirty on the dance floor hot and creamy like a smore we got the lyrical score like a hardcore troubador freak nasty like a baboon sheriff in a saloon Letras de cancionescreature from the white lagoon a spork tycoon what is all this hullabaloo!? I say what and a cow says MOO!! w h a m double o dont fuck with me cause I know tai bo Fairfax duo world renowned with the lyrical skills that are simply profound cant go in public without a camera in sight spitting out rhymes faster than the speed of light pass that joint and let me take a puff I like it like a dog and a dog says RUFF What you gonna do when the table turns spittin so fast you gonna get burned runnin with the bulls I push but don't pull I eat when I'm full I always wear wool Listen to the jargin no point in arguin I'm in the room with my lady and you just barge in why you hatin on me just cause i like shaq? I am not insane but I am a QUACK! The storm's abrewin, I can smell it in the air Listen landlubbers, its time to prepare The Captain's a pirate, you better beware I saw him give me the shifty one-eyed stare The Harmattan is on the way crashed our kattamaran, he's gonna pay the pirate knew the whole damn day We're in a situation worse than pompeii Now We're safe, the journey has ended we landed on an island and the natives we befriended there are beasts with claws and humps and rabies but atleast we have the big black baby it's not so bad, atleast we're alive we could be dead or even have bad hives there are killer beasts that number in fives! Whatever man, I could dig this jive Whamoo! island; nation of elation the newest creation of emancipation you don't need to work or have an occupation Just chill and have fun, feel the sensation the approximation of the intoxication will be a manipulation of the population from croations to hatians to good vibrations no one can resist the salvation temptation Whamoo! yabba dabba doo From Letras Mania