Klap Your Hands Lyrics by Das Efx

Klap Your Hands

Verse one: dray

Well uhh, ? ? ? ? is macaroni and cheese
Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh sneeze
Not, I gotcha trippin, yippity-doo-da-day
Shucks, Im makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some
Cos Im a powsy wowsy ace boom coon
So shout "wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!"
Drayx up for sure dang, now that Im flexed
My a-efxll quote, when the bridge fell down
And ima good ship with the lollipop
Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black
Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos Im krayzie like that
But its the cat got snuffed, or mr.red and his crew
So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew
Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo
Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop
Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make
But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for dray and......

Hook:

"klap your hands now" [x3]

Verse two: skoob

Bon voyage, look out below cos umm
I got my socks on, the popcorn, the hubba bubba, yep gum
Skippity bum, you think I dont know the time
Well its half-past a cows ass and Im a real bad ass
Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang?
Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang
I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes
Stuffy-head, called for ? ? ? ? and fever, sow you to rest
Tight rhymes, ? ? ? ? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff
Or a uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a marvin, choose a ship
Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships
And yo, a sandwich isnt a snadwich without the miracle whip
In the morning, yawning as I stand for group check
To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put youre boo deck
Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque
Because the a is for apple, the j is for ja back to book bets
And then s-k-double o-be on *? mansel? *
So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands

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Verse three: dray

Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, its time
Im on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam
So, heavens-to-betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz
My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot
Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you dont know mr. magoo?
You heard Im loco, well yo, Im despicable too
So umm, hi ho silver and away we go
The lone ranger got pissed and shot tonto in his toes, so
Holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives
I heard you shot my borough til *? blow at twins? *
The name farmers up in me, need no give me no more
Cos that soul lock ya stands, I cant stands no more
So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff
See Im sneaky freaky peaky plus Im chock full of nuts
But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest
So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest
So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shall
Cos its the krayzie drayzie wit the books, thats my pal and......

Hook [x3]

Verse four: skoob

A diggity-cap, my slippry style is ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap
And all that, me and a gang of ping ping bang zoomer
To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers
Yo some say Im brooklyn bomber, some say brooklyn boop
But dont consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop
But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo
Let your fingers do the walkin, hey Im talkin, yoohoo
Can ya, can ya hear me? checka, checka 1-2
Aiyo, sit booboo sit, shit cos Im the one who
Kick a rhyme in singular, so son, youre used to it
Cos poof the magic dragon, Ill kick a rhyme in duplicate
Or triplicate, cant forget my boogaloo big jaw
Umm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw
M-i-crooked letter, crooked letter, i
Crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back
Hump back, i, you cant touch i
Cos is gots dem and dem is bound to make ya......

Hook to fade