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Chandler Riggs - Carl Poppa Lyrics

I hurt the gingerbrad boy
Cuz he's pretend-bread boy
Little cookie man never waved to me
So he got knocked out

Man, cuz I flow
La jiggy jar jar doo
Dur dur dur dee dur
Man, I just flow
Shoe shine

No one wanted your stinking tiara
Cuz 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

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
La jiggy jar jar doo
Dur dur dur dee dur

I threw a brick in the air
That shouldn't matter cuz a brick is just a brick
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

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
La jiggy jar jar doo
Dur dur dur dee dur

Now all the walkers sing!

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I just like to dance
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Carl poppa

Cellblok 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 sama 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
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

La jiggy jar jar doo
Dur dur dur dee dur

Man, Cuz I flow
Man, Cuz I flow
Carl poppa
Carl poppa

I can barely remember pre-apocalypse
I guess nothing rhymes with that
Except maybe taco lips

Carl poppa
Carl poppa
Carl poppa