Boom Lyrics - One Fierce Beer Coaster - Bloodhound Gang

Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle 

Together on this track 

Stop as we drop this bomb 

Blow up this place like another Vietnam 

Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome 

Back up son, give me room, give me room 

To set it off like this don't give it up 

I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough 

Real hard to the bone you want more 

I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door 

Phat flavor for your brain you know the time 

So check the wrath, it's for real, I'm gonna get mine 

Roll up on you like Eastwood 

Blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood 

I spreads butter like Parkay 

Real smooth with flow and even when I parlay 

Do what you feel and check the skill 

I'm in your grill peep this I got the raw deal 

In your Jeep Grand Cherokee or Land Cruiser 

When you're rolling through the hood you want to use A 

Track like this all up in your eardrum 

So check the E.Q. and let them speakers hum 

And gets crazy like Prozac 

Hype enough to start a party and ill as a heart attack 

Round one, round two knockout 

Straight to your head, my round never lights out 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A 

Jimmy Jimmy y'all, Jimmy damn, Jimmy yea 

Gimme the mic Rob so I can take it away 

Got more lines than the welfare office 

Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this? 

Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it 

Yea I stole your beat but that's 'cause you dropped it 

Crude as oil unrefined but slick 

I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict 

'Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch 

That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch 

You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to 

You're sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist barbecue 

Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking 

I squeak like Stephen Hawkings yeah but I'm walkin' 

Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it 

I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it 

Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you 

Like a Kenny Loggings' record no one's ever gonna to hear you 

Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya 

'Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee 

Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee A