The Former Fat Boys - Don't Tickle Me lyrics

Don't tickle me Who who he he Hahahaha, hohoho, hehehe Don't, don't don't tickle me No, don't tickle me Hahahaha, hohoho, hehehe Don't, don't don't tickle me [$ucks**] I turn beats into legends Of Smith and Wessons Poppin off, I'm doing sins in sevens Downing slurpees at 7-Elevens I'm a touch the heavens Throw lightning bolts they won't find your remnants I got the weapons and guns and stuff I'm wearing rubber gloves I'll shoot you in the face with a gun I don't know the name of You f**ing tickled me first? You picked the fight You think you wanna play chess, but I'm f**ing Chris Night Bored with life, finding myself Are you prepared if gravity reverses itself Cause my back packs got jets They call me s**s** Straight A's, I think so good They call me the test They call you leguizamo cuz you're only a pest Catch me if you can, cuz I'm cashing bad checks Staying two steps a head, my plan is complex You unleased a monster trying to tickle my chest You think you're tracks the best, but you're missin' finesse Like a high school prom with out the s**s** Like European p**n without all the Czech's So don't tickle me get that in your head Besides, Corey's funnier tickle him instead Same name as the Pirate Roberts yo you can call me Dread My words like iocane powder, defeat your evil Beat your giant and your Spaniard and all your people I win land wars in Asia, I'm unbelieveable (OHHH) Tickle me and get away..nah inconceivable [Saltine] Instrumentally horrendous the way I upend this You b**hes just scream "mother" like that dude from The Misfits Let's see if this fits Don't tickle me there Or you'll go through wall with a long patch of pubic hear You're a p**y, infected, your bread is done If you tickle me my stomach there ain't nothing saying love You treat me like doughboy I gleam like cube I ain't a boy from the hood but I know what to do I can tickle Hard Corey but we'll leave it at that You'll get smacked in time with his 4x4 clap Stack bodies like Pringles I can't just pop one An arsenal of dick and a sawed-off shotgun I'm a race card you got me in the red I have to quote Pulp Fiction cause I ain't well-read This is Saltine's drip to core I'm a nuclear warhead of common gore I'm an inconvenient truth like bishop and juice I'll warmup the block with bullets, and poof [$ucks**] You'll get me shaking and quaking Twiching and flinching Michael J. Fox looks like a statue when I'm hit with the tickling Like an epileptic on crack There's no turning back, tickle me motherf**er, and I'm kicking your a** Heroes live on motherf**er, but legends never die Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? Motivated by vengence I'll get back Hide under your bed for a late night tickle attack When I was born the doctor was like "oh sh**!" This kids got a nature to which no nuture would stick Hanging around in Central Park like its Home Alone 2 With a fat bird lady trying to catch avian flu And give it to you Achoo, yeah that's what I'll do Like Michigan after a loss, staggering yellow and blue You're green f**er I'm thinking you gonna puke Raped so bad you'll think I play for Duke Revenge is mmm good like a can of Campbell's soup La de da de, who likes to party? If you tickle FFB we bound to hurt somebody Le da de de, who likes to party? If it tickles when you pee something's wrong with your body If I come out of the booth, you yell at me