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bloodhound gang - yummy down on this
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Darrin Pfeiffer
Darrin Pfeiffer
Drums
Evil Jared
Evil Jared
Bass
Jimmy Pop
Jimmy Pop
Vocals
Lüpüs Thünder
Lüpüs Thünder
Guitar
Spanky G
Spanky G
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Stigliano
Matthew Stigliano
Songwriter
Darrin Pfeiffer
Darrin Pfeiffer
Songwriter
James Franks
James Franks
Songwriter
Lüpüs Thünder
Lüpüs Thünder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Pop
Jimmy Pop
Producer
Joseph M. Palmaccio
Joseph M. Palmaccio
Mastering Engineer
Richard Gavalis
Richard Gavalis
Engineer

Lyrics

Ouch, it won't reach my mouth If I could do it myself I'd probably never leave the house But I can't, so here's where you come in Giving it different strokes Just like Arnold Drummond Hummin', hmm hmm Good like Campbell's And you'll handle the sack Like the quarterback Randall Cunningham like Joanie loves Chachi They call him Ralph Mouth 'Cause he's down on potsie Rocky chasin' the chicken Watch the plot thicken With the cock when your lickin' Me like Apollo your creed my mission You go down for the count I countdown ignition Blast off, you're a rocket scientist A genius what I mean Is you suck at this So escargot 'Cause my snail needs frenchin' You must be five stars 'Cause my staff's at full attention Yummy Down on this Down on this Down on this Yummy Down on this Down on this Down on this Yummy Down on this Down on this Down on this Yummy Down on this Down on this Down on this Dinner for one I know you got your reservations Starvation like a third world nation So do it for the children And I'll make a donation My fly's in your eyes Let me rise to the occasion In my underoos I tend to be brief So when you're sinkin' your teeth Deep into my beef You can fondle but it's kind of Like McDonald's realize it's Just a Happy Meal So you can't Super Size it Told to hold the pickle Then you went and blew it Gherkin off and the Special sauce comes included But you knew it did So concentrate like Tropicana To eat a chiquita You need to grow the banana So can ya Bob like Dylan On my Peter like Criss? 'Til it's Chubby like Checker C'mon baby do the twist It's all in the wrist Like table tennis So beat me Like Betty Crocker cake mix Yummy Down on this Down on this Down on this Yummy Down on this Down on this Down on this Yummy Down on this Down on this Down on this Yummy Down on this Down on this Down on this Suck it, suck it, suck it Suck it, suck it, suck it Suck it, suck it, suck it Suck it, suck it, suck it Suck it, suck it, suck it Suck it, suck it, suck it Suck it, suck it, suck it Suck it, suck it, suck it If you were a Hindu I could aim for the dot Yummy down on this Yummy down on this Yummy down on this throbbing pole of hot man chicken And feel free to wiggle dunk these purple bulldog cheeks
Writer(s): James M. Franks, Matthew Stigliano, Darrin Pfeiffer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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