Wiggum by Tyrone (MC Jarbo) Lyrics
[Intro: Drumr828]
Hello there folks
Attention! attention!
We are looking for a young girl named Faith
She was last seen escaping the mental ward with a bloated alcoholic
Faith, faith if you can hear the sound of my voice
Please just come home
Has anybody heard from fay? she's gone AWOL
[Verse 1 Tyrone]
Left her shit up on the table
Next to the bed with your disabled
Mother's drip feed cable
She’s probably taking the meth to be able
To forget the day you thumb raped the a-holе
And that's a taste
You can't wash away with mouthwash or faygo
I have faith that she’s laying low
Maybе she ain't though, god Ralph tell me it ain't so
Tell me that ain't you shovelling shit
Having a dig, not knowing you're digging your own grave hole
Guards on the payroll, ey bro!
Shit nobody said he was an angel
And banging a girl of that age don't
Mean shit, she ain’t (an eight year-old)
But you gotta keep her entertained though
Bust out the makeup, soft toys and legos
And take time to assemble a whole play zone up in the crack shack
Out of frame though, probably at an angle
Her phone got taken away so
I guess we can’t know, gotta start sending
Nudes from the payphone, dude
Are you playing with ass or getting your ass played bro?
Wiggum you better watch this
I ain't used to pulling no punches, i lunge in
Are you captor, middle man or hostage?
Or all three? that’s what my hunch is
Do you buy tickets to j-pop concerts?
Mix hard liquor in all of her soft drinks?
Tuck her in, tell her there ain't no monsters
Then put your thumb in the puckering starfish
Bet when she’s laying unconscious
You can get good strong whiff
What you need is a good strong whip, maybe a drink?
How about a good strong fifth?
Ah gator it's not true, gator it's not poo!
This is something i would normally not do, let’s just
Fumble around with the bottle cap
Take a couple of tabs and then go for a nap
Jesus christ!
I just had a bad dream ‘bout my penis size
Faith it was a nightmare, we were right there
Waiting for the erection to materialize
But you had tears in your eyes
Guess that made me realize
I probably shouldn’t be banging on top
I’ll get underneath and lay still ‘til the gunt motion stop
So kill the lights and queue the camera bitch
Look at all the streams that I killed
Can’t own a handgun, but damn son
I’ll shoot with the thirty five mil
God damn right bitch
You want this thirty five mil… dick?
Oh shit! Gator!
They tell me my eyes will probably never unsee that atrocity
Do-it-yourself colonoscopy
How could you possibly think that was cool, do you fucks with me?
Triple gut motherfucker, collard greens
Man you owe the whole world an apology
For that shameful display of coprophagy
With that dirty ass backwater sodomy
Sordid man, honestly that's not what bothers me
More like your fucked-up philosophy
Of copping teens who are popping the Thorazine
I know shit isn't always seen
Like your definition of what college means
Got lemons? then make lemonade
If you’re given women, you give women AIDS
And Ralph I wonder what you’re giving faith
That she would crawl back to the ball and the chain
Is it the dick? nay
Maker’s for breakfast and dinner every fucking day
It can’t be that sick pay
Unless you trade in fucking lemons or work in the sex trade
So now you’re fucked from both ends
I guess you're like each other in some ways
Both back in the zone with no friends
Both addicts disowned by both parents
[Outro: Drumr828]
Holy Smokes folks! We knew this wouldn't be pretty
But who could have seen it getting this bad!
Ethan Ralph's pit of despair is so deep we've been falling for weeks
And I'm not sure of the survival rate of reaching the bottom!
The only thing I do know is just when we think it can't get worse
It does just that
*Splat*
[Outro: Da GUNT]
(hiccup) gaytor? (hiccup)
(hiccup) where are you gator? (hiccup)
Hello there folks
Attention! attention!
We are looking for a young girl named Faith
She was last seen escaping the mental ward with a bloated alcoholic
Faith, faith if you can hear the sound of my voice
Please just come home
Has anybody heard from fay? she's gone AWOL
[Verse 1 Tyrone]
Left her shit up on the table
Next to the bed with your disabled
Mother's drip feed cable
She’s probably taking the meth to be able
To forget the day you thumb raped the a-holе
And that's a taste
You can't wash away with mouthwash or faygo
I have faith that she’s laying low
Maybе she ain't though, god Ralph tell me it ain't so
Tell me that ain't you shovelling shit
Having a dig, not knowing you're digging your own grave hole
Guards on the payroll, ey bro!
Shit nobody said he was an angel
And banging a girl of that age don't
Mean shit, she ain’t (an eight year-old)
But you gotta keep her entertained though
Bust out the makeup, soft toys and legos
And take time to assemble a whole play zone up in the crack shack
Out of frame though, probably at an angle
Her phone got taken away so
I guess we can’t know, gotta start sending
Nudes from the payphone, dude
Are you playing with ass or getting your ass played bro?
Wiggum you better watch this
I ain't used to pulling no punches, i lunge in
Are you captor, middle man or hostage?
Or all three? that’s what my hunch is
Do you buy tickets to j-pop concerts?
Mix hard liquor in all of her soft drinks?
Tuck her in, tell her there ain't no monsters
Then put your thumb in the puckering starfish
Bet when she’s laying unconscious
You can get good strong whiff
What you need is a good strong whip, maybe a drink?
How about a good strong fifth?
Ah gator it's not true, gator it's not poo!
This is something i would normally not do, let’s just
Fumble around with the bottle cap
Take a couple of tabs and then go for a nap
Jesus christ!
I just had a bad dream ‘bout my penis size
Faith it was a nightmare, we were right there
Waiting for the erection to materialize
But you had tears in your eyes
Guess that made me realize
I probably shouldn’t be banging on top
I’ll get underneath and lay still ‘til the gunt motion stop
So kill the lights and queue the camera bitch
Look at all the streams that I killed
Can’t own a handgun, but damn son
I’ll shoot with the thirty five mil
God damn right bitch
You want this thirty five mil… dick?
Oh shit! Gator!
They tell me my eyes will probably never unsee that atrocity
Do-it-yourself colonoscopy
How could you possibly think that was cool, do you fucks with me?
Triple gut motherfucker, collard greens
Man you owe the whole world an apology
For that shameful display of coprophagy
With that dirty ass backwater sodomy
Sordid man, honestly that's not what bothers me
More like your fucked-up philosophy
Of copping teens who are popping the Thorazine
I know shit isn't always seen
Like your definition of what college means
Got lemons? then make lemonade
If you’re given women, you give women AIDS
And Ralph I wonder what you’re giving faith
That she would crawl back to the ball and the chain
Is it the dick? nay
Maker’s for breakfast and dinner every fucking day
It can’t be that sick pay
Unless you trade in fucking lemons or work in the sex trade
So now you’re fucked from both ends
I guess you're like each other in some ways
Both back in the zone with no friends
Both addicts disowned by both parents
[Outro: Drumr828]
Holy Smokes folks! We knew this wouldn't be pretty
But who could have seen it getting this bad!
Ethan Ralph's pit of despair is so deep we've been falling for weeks
And I'm not sure of the survival rate of reaching the bottom!
The only thing I do know is just when we think it can't get worse
It does just that
*Splat*
[Outro: Da GUNT]
(hiccup) gaytor? (hiccup)
(hiccup) where are you gator? (hiccup)