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Carl Poppa

October 8, 2014

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  1. October 8, 2014 8:28 pm

    And the Best of Bad LIp Reading.

  2. October 9, 2014 7:18 pm

    OT

    For all those who have had difficulty getting the Pinball FX2 tables to be recognized as purchased for your Xbox One, I believe all problems are now solved. I have all but the original Pinball FX tables (Agents, etc.) available to me now. In particular, Earth Defense is available! WOOT!

    Also, because the framerate is higher (they have patched that as well) it is smooth as butter and I am easily beating all my previous high scores.

    Lastly, there will be South Park Tables coming out sometime this month. Looking forward to the color and “story”! LOL

  3. October 14, 2014 6:32 pm

    Here are the lyrics. This song is the shizzle!

    Beat.

    I hurt the Gingerbread Boy
    Cuz he’s Pretend-Bread Boy.
    Little cookie man never waved to me,
    So he got knocked out.

    Because I flow
    La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
    Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur
    Man, I just flow

    Shoeshine

    And no one wanted your stinkin tiara
    (Hey, hey, hey)
    Cause no one wanted your sticky chair.

    And why you always talk about the cool kids,
    Who take archery?
    Yeah you’re a shrinky dink.
    You’ll get a funeral if you don’t wise up and call me,
    Carl Poppa.

    (Ahh, Ahh)

    La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
    Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur

    I threw a brick in the air
    (What kind of brick?)
    Shouldn’t matter because a brick is just a brick.
    (Word)

    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

    This whole thing where random dead people try to kill me’s gotta go.

    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.

    (Ahh, Ahh)
    La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
    Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur

    Now all the walkers sing
    (Ahh, Ahh) x6
    Yeah
    I just like to dance
    Yeah!

    Carl Poppa

    Cellblock wisdom,
    French braid table top.
    If you mess with the Carl Poppa…

    Uh, I’m coming at you like 1,2,
    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,
    Cause it 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.

    And no one wanted your stinkin tiara

    Cause no one wanted your stinkin chair.

    And why you always talk about the cool kids?
    Who take archery.
    Yeah you’re a shrinky dink.
    You get a funeral if you don’t wise up and call me,
    Carl Poppa.

    Jiggy Jar Jar Doo
    Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur

    Man, I just flow

    Carl Poppa x 2

    Man, I just flow

    Carl Poppa x 3

    I can barely remember pre-apocalypse

    Carl Poppa,

    Uh, I guess nothing rhymes with that
    except maybe “taco lips”.

    Man, I just flow

    Carl Poppa x 2

    Man, I just flow

    Carl Poppa…

    You cannot handle the flow, son.

    Read more: Bad Lip Reading – Carl Poppa Lyrics | MetroLyrics

    • Blankman permalink*
      October 15, 2014 8:00 pm

      I was under the impression that you still haven’t seen the show yet, Mike. Is that still the case?

    • October 15, 2014 11:36 pm

      I haven’t, but I can still enjoy this song and video! It is outstanding. I still crack up re-reading those lyrics:

      I threw a brick in the air
      (What kind of brick?)
      Shouldn’t matter because a brick is just a brick.
      (Word)

      Hama lama,
      Sima lama,
      Hama lama
      Someone had to cut my baby sister out my mama.

      You cannot handle the flow, son.

      INSTANT CLASSIC!

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