Letra con la Pronunciación Fonética: Carl Poppa (La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo) de Bad Lip Reading con Chandler Riggs
Cuz he’s pretend-bread boy… Coz jis priten-bred boy
Little cookie man never waved to me,… Lirel cuky meen never wueiv’ tu mi
So he got knocked out. Because I flow… So ‘i gat nakdau’. Bicoz ay flou
La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo,… La Yigui Yar Yar Duu
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur… Doreroreror
Man, I just flow… Men, a’ yos’ flou
Shoe Shine,… Shu Shain
Cuz no one wanted your sticky chair… Coz no wuan wuan’ed yio’ estiky cheer
And why you always talk about the cool kids who take archery,… N’ wuay yiu olwueys tok ‘bau’ de kuul kids ju teik archerry
Yeah, you’re a shrinky dink… Yiea, yio’ a shrinky dink
You’ll get a funeral if you don’t wise up and call me Carl Poppa,… Yiu’ guet a fiuneral if yiu don’ wais ap en’ cal mi Carl Popa
(oh,oh-oh,oh)… (Aaaah, aaah)
La Jiggy Jar Jar Do,
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur.
(what kind of brick?)… (Wua’ kain’ of brik?)
That shouldn’t matter cuz a brick is just a brick,… Da’ shuden’ marer coz a brik is yas’ a brik
(Word.)… (Wuor’)
Dark days, darker nights,
Found my way down a hall without a light,
Because I flow,
La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo,
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur.
They keep falling, over stuff in their way.
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur,
Cellblock wisdom, french braid tabletop,
If you mess with 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,
Cuz 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 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 mama.
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, (no one wanted your stinking tiara) walking my way.
If they’re talking, (cuz no one wanted your sticky chair) can’t tell what they say.
They keep falling, (why you always talking about the cool kids, who take archery.
You’re a shrinky dink) over stuff in their way. Dead dudes walking (If you don’t wise up and call me Carl Poppa) can ruin your day.
La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo,
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur,
Man, I just flow.
(Carl Poppa [x2])
Man I just flow.
(Carl Poppa [x3])
I can barely remember pre-apocalypse. (Carl Poppa)
I guess nothing rhymes with that, except maybe “taco lips”.
Man, I just flow.
(Carl Poppa [x2])
Man I just flow.
(Carl Poppa)
You cannot handle the flow, son.
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