Carl Grimes - (bad Lip Reading) Carl Poppa (la Jiggy Jar Jar Doo) lyrics

[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!