This is the f**kin' wit I be talkin' about!
Half spoofin' a** Rubbaduckers
You think that I'm lame? You think that my spoofs is lame!? (crowds
booing)
Come on, uh, uh, uh
Come on, uh, uh!
What'cha penguins want
What'cha penguins want, what
John-Har-vey, uh, uh!
Come on! Five's are mine!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!
What's my name? John-Har-vey as you can see
True as can be ya'll be watchin' as I parody
Too much time, take this bit and make it fit
Ya'll be handin' out ones voting like you blind, stop talkin' sh*t
Cuz you on here burning my stuff
And really don't know how I'm rhymin' it
Here I go again
How many times to I have to add up these figgas
It all depends if you hate me
Runnin' around here like you Siskel and Ebert turnin' my five's into
threes
But you won't stop, I'm still voted down by whoever
Whatever, make sure that they get dropped, That's how I feel!
Now, some of ya do but most of you don't, just askin' "What's the
deal?"
Cows chew cud, Church an' the steeple that'll keep you givin' me
twos
Whenever you try to be fools

John-Har-vey
If I can pun it, I got it
Think I lit it, penguin, don't sh*t it
All I gotta do is prove it baby
Five's are mine
What'cha penguins want, uh, uh!
What'cha penguins want

John-Har-vey
If I can pun it, I got it
Think I lit it, penguin, don't sh*t it
All I gotta do is prove it baby
Five's are mine
What'cha penguins want, uh, uh!
What'cha penguins want

I like playin' games!
On my computer, It's really fun until laggers slow up the frames
I go right through 'em
Makin' laggers disappear into thin air by given 'em a new 'un
Never cuttin' slack
Last time you saw that penguin is the last time you'll see that
penguin
(alright)
What the heck!?
This spoof's gettin' crazy 'cause it keeps gettin' way off track!
Not havin' fun?
Watch me turn this sh*t inside out, man, just wait 'til I'm done
Cau-sin' strife
Keep on underminin' our president 'cause he's too far to the right
Mop top
Get it all cut (what?)
Fake hair-piece grampas jealous of my locks
I get five's
What I mean is I tick you all off and I'm beggin' for a black eye

John-Har-vey
If I can pun it, I got it
Think I lit it, penguin, don't sh*t it
All I gotta do is prove it baby
Five's are mine
What'cha penguins want, uh, uh!
What'cha penguins want
(repeat x2)

Look at all these low vote figgas
Screwin' around laughin' about they be pullin' triggas think that they
bigga
That's some bullsh*t
hope they know that around me talkin' about why I suck, you're outta
luck
I'm a real nice person
I mean I take one on the chin twice, dog, and I just keep on versin'
I'm not trippin'
Man, I'm no fool, I know why the scores of my songs are slippin'
Left's my style
I'm a left winga still think it's the best thinga I ain't in denial
Son, you're quick
Takes ya forty-five minutes before this song makes your brain tick!
Let's write a song baby
I'm gonna catch stingas for this one, you still doubt I'm crazy?
Cut no slack
So let's finish this sh*t up with the last line of this white boy rap!

John-Har-vey
If I can pun it, I got it
Think I lit it, penguin, don't sh*t it
All I gotta do is prove it baby
Five's are mine
What'cha penguins want, uh, uh!
What'cha penguins want
(repeat x4)

John-Har-vey

(Repeat chorus once more)