[Carl Grimes]
Beat...
I hurt the gingerbread boy
Cause he's pretend-bread boy
Little cookie man, never waved to me
So he got knocked out
Man cause I flow~!
La jiggy jar jar doo, dur dur dur dee dur
Man I just flow
Shoe shine
[Chorus: Carl Grimes]
And no one wanted your stinkin tiara
Cause no one wanted your sticky chair
And why you always talk about the cool kids who take archery?
Yeah you're a shrinky dink
You'll get a funeral, if you don't wise up and call me, Carl Poppa
[Carl Grimes]
(Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh)
La jiggy jar jar doo, dur dur dur dee dur
I threw a brick in the air (what kind of brick?)
That shouldn't matter cause a brick is just a brick (word)
Dark days, darker nights
Found my way down a hall without a light
Because I flow~!
La jiggy jar jar doo, dur dur dur dee dur
This whole thing where random dead people
tryin to k** me's gotta go!
[Interlude]
They keep walking, walking my way
If they're talking, can't tell what they say
They keep falling, over stuff in their way
Dead dudes walking, can ruin your day
[Carl Grimes]
(Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh)
La jiggy jar jar doo, dur dur dur dee dur
Now all the walkers sing!
(Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh) {*8X*}
(Yeah I just like to dance, yeah!)
Carl Poppa
Cell block wisdom, French braid tabletop
If you mess with Carl Poppa, uhh
I'm comin at you like one, two
Walkers in the back of the club
I'm guessin it's a club where everyone dies
If they try to dance to the music that doesn't play
Cause we don't got no electricity
What we got is bones bones bones
Piles of bones bones bones bones bones
If you try to step to me hit you in the femur
With another femur that is layin on the ground
Yeah, wordsmith, rhymes
Hama lama sima lama hama lama
Someone had to cut my baby sister out my momma
[Interlude]
[Interlude] + [Chorus]
[Outro: Carl Grimes]
La jiggy jar jar doo, dur dur dur dee dur
Man I just flow, Carl Poppa
Carl Poppa... man I just flow, Carl Poppa
Carl Poppa... Carl Poppa
I can barely remember pre-apocalypse
Carl Poppa, uhh
I guess nothin rhymes with that, except maybe "Taco Lips"
Man I just flow, Carl Poppa... Carl Poppa
Man I just flow, Carl Poppa...
You cannot handle the flow, son!