Uh! uh! oh yeah! Come on come what?
Brother wasn't raised in a violent way
But this vagabond's got one down
Callin' me a woman every day
Results on you screamin' out. (Uh! Ooh!)
Always puttin' on a smilewhile all Kick does is sit around and frown
You think that I'm the clown
Or just the comic relief?
When all I wanna do is bite you with my teeth!
Ch-check it Ch-Ch-Chicarelli Chicarelli. Oh, and another thing
Rasins in my brownies
Mom, what are ya thinkin'?!
Can I have a word in the foyer?
On second thought, I'd speak to my lawyer
And see the look on her face
As he presents my case
And destroys her!
That will teach her
Not to mess me
And a thousand year-old Viking brownie recipe
D-don't don't bake it like that! Uh-uh
Don't bake it like that! Why? Huh?
Don't bake it like that! Uh, fool, please!
And why does Mrs. Fitzpatrick always say
"Gunther, you're slackin' in every way"?
Why do you say that I'm slackin'?
Cause I choose the back of the classroom to do mah nappin'?
Then to the C to the A to the F to the Teria
Where all the flavah's be lackin'
My lips been smackin'
And all you haters will find me packin'