Das EFX - "They Want EFX"

[Oh yes, "They Want EFX". The track that put Das EFX on the hip-hop map, the song that popularized the 'dippity" style of rhyming, one of the most infectious beats of the era (courtesy of a sample from James Brown's "A Blind Man Can See It"), and more references per square inch than pretty much any other rap lyric. There's really nothing more that needs to be said. Read on...]

Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
But I can fe-fi-a-fo, diddly-bum, here I come
So Peter Piper, I'm hype-er than Pinocchio's nose
'Cause I'm a supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro
I gave my oopsy daisy, now you've got the crazy
Crazy with the books, googley-goo where's the gravy?
So one two, unbuckle my, um, shoe
Yabba doo, hibbidy-hoo, crack a brew
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
The boogedy-woogedy Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig?
My waist bone's connected to my hip bone
My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone
My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone
My knee bone's connected to my
Hardy-har-har-har
The jibbedy Jabberjaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have my Honeycomb
Or preferably the sinsemilla, lets spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
Snap a head for some live efx

Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo, head for the hills
I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil
So back up, bucko, or I'll pulverize McGruff
'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk, I get swift
I caught a snuffleupagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff
I got the nooks, the crannies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe
So all aboard, cast away
Hey where's my boogaloo?
Oh, I'm steaming, agony
Why is everybody always picking on me?
They call me Pudnin Tane, and raps my game
You axe me again and I'll t-tell you the same
'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemitarian hon, stick 'em up, freeze!
So no Park's Sausages, Mom, please?
A-Blitz shoots the breeze, Twiddly-Dee shoots his lip
Crazy Jazy shot the sheriff, yup, and I shot the gift
And that's pretty sneaky, sis, oh yo
I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa
Holly Hobbie tried to slob me, tried to rob me, silly stunt
Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

Yah-hoo, hi-de-ho, yup I'm coming around the stretch
So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch
I got the rope-a-dope, a slippery choker, look at me get raw
And I'm the hickory-dickory top of the morning boogaloo big jaw
With the yippedy zippedy Winnie The Pooh Bad Boy Blue,
Ah yo' crazy, I got the gusto, what up, I swing that too
So nincompoop I gave a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain
Like Roscoe P. Coltrane
I spiggedy-spark a spliff and give a twist like Chubby Checker
I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, and make it a double decker
Oh Vince, the baby, come to Pepe Pew
A babalu, ooh, a babalu boogedy boo
I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy yabba dabba hoochy koochy Tally-ho, I, I'll take my stove top instead of potatoes, so
Maybe I'll shoot 'em now (nope), maybe I'll shoot 'em later (yep)
I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh, B-I-N-G-O-oh,
You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh
Dun dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun