Now the boys and the girls, pick your fights, start in brawls Thinking first lays and relays are reasons to get all worked up Back up, son, cause baby's got a neck And she's bothered like a bonsmith Rhymes like it's nothing Who's got the duck plates, who's got the tape? Who's got the meth to get to the back stage? Who's got the helmet, who's got the nut? Limited edition, Jabba da Hut Not including Jabba da Hut Just the box for Jabba da Hut Jabba da Hut, Jabba da Hut And just to reiterate, Jabba da Hut () Just the pigon, bite your tongue Burn your bridges and suck on your gum We'll see you Stars are flinging like a clock on the wall Roll another digit on your name and write in glow Glow-oh-oh-oh (2) Maybe make a stew full of brown ratchet peas and you Put it in, lil burrow in a lil box room In the lil burrow get the pretty lil tools Spaghetti, hoops and brown ledgers Little Scooby song, I took out my baby sitter With pennies and Butrom, my hormone Oh, my hormone I still heard your loving song My hormone, oh, my hormone Just the pigon, bite your tongue Burn your bridges and suck on your gum We'll see you Stars are flinging like a clock on the wall Roll another digit on your name and write in glow Just the pigon, bite your tongue Burn your bridges and suck on your gum We'll see you Stars are flinging like a clock on the wall Roll another digit on your name and write in glow