One Way Lyrics - Dingleberry Haze - Bloodhound Gang

Jimmy Pop's not a pooper, not a pauper but a popper 

And I got more pop than Orville Redenbacher 

And I got more gravy than the whole Gravy Train 

When I'm kooky, going loopy like a man insane 

I won't be around when the world ends 

So the only thing that I'll recycle is your girlfriend 

Aww yeah, back to the side I jump up, I swing 

When I'm using knock 'em sock 'em ya know I'm playing it to win 

The Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria 

See you later salamander 'cause I wouldn't want to be ya 

I'm a chip, I'm a pringle 'cause you know I got the flavor 

Pop me up in your mouth like I was a Life Saver 

Ain't got no soul but I got more than Don Henley 

I'm whiter than Casper but I'm not that friendly 

Marco Polo you tried to fly solo 

Make your thoughts vocal, I'll put ya in a choke hold 

One way or another I'm gonna find ya 

I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha 

One way or another I'm gonna find ya 

I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha 

I'm a gangster, no, I'm a gangster bitch 

Your momma gave me head, your girlie gave me the itch 

So scratch it till the bass beats fast, listen to the shotgun blast 

In the oven you'll get burned or in the tank that you'll get gassed 

Fake-o like Bacos, never mistake though 

Showing up, painted up, fresh from Macco 

Now I'm comin' in in stereo, rounder than a Cheerio 

Quick to fill your fix and I'm dizzier than a merry-go 

Rock this obnoxious, I'm truly not nice 

'Cause I'm blood sucking evil like Muppets on ice 

Arriba, arriba I'm the under achiever 

Gonna leave it to beaver, I'm the daydream believer 

I'm like Mothra man with my big wingspan 

And your the mother fucking jap that killed my offspring Chan 

I'm a menace to society, I'm gonna fill the prophecy 

First I'll drink your Genesee and then I'll take your liberty 

One way or another I'm gonna find ya 

I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha 

One way or another I'm gonna find ya 

I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha 

Di Di Mao, you burn village down 

You bring family over we all Wang Chung 

I'm a tarantula in your Chiquita 

And when you're peeling back the skin I'm gonna see ya 

I'm gonna bite ya, I'm gonna bite ya 

I'm Jimmy Pop, I'll tell you straight up I don't like ya 

'Cause I'm cold kicking lyrics till the day I die 

Many fail to copy but at least they still try 

Busting up vocabulary is what I do most 

I'm gonna spread your legs like butter and gobble ya up like toast 

You went for the cherry, you went bobbing for the apple 

But the apple it be rotten and you had to eat the scrappple 

Scrapple? Pig meat from a pig pen, hog leftovers, your girlfriend 

So I flex to the effects and I don't care what nobody thinks 

I'm eatin' up your sherbert and dropping all your Tiddiley Winks 

Whoops goes my arm, I think it's outta socket 

Come over here little girlie I got some candy in my pocket 

One way or another I'm gonna find ya 

I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha 

One way or another I'm gonna find ya 

I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha 

One way or another I'm gonna find ya 

I'm gonna, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha 

One way or another I'm gonna find ya 

I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha