Carl Poppa

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[Intro]

Beep

C D Bm C x 2


[Verse]

C D
I hurt the gingerbread boy
Bm                  C
Cuz he's pretend-bread boy
        C        D
Little cookie man never waved to me
Bm        C    
So he got knocked out.
            C   D           
Man, cuz I flow.
Bm             C
La jiggy Jar Jar doo
                 C  D
Dur dur dur dee dur
             Bm  C
Man, I just flow

Shoe shine


[Chorus]

C      D                      Bm   C
No one wanted your stinking tiara
C           D                  Bm  C
Cuz no one wanted your sticky chair
                                   C        D
And why you always talk about the cool kids who take archery
Bm                      C
Yeah, you're a shrinky dink
              C      D                        Bm         C
You'll get a funeral if you don't wise up and call me Carl Poppa
C       D  
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Bm             C
La jiggy Jar Jar doo
                 C  D
Dur dur dur dee dur

Bm C


[Verse 2]

C      D
I threw a brick in the air (What kind of brick?)
Bm                           C
That shouldn't matter cause a brick is just a brick (Word)
C         D
Dark days, darker nights,
Bm              C
Found my way down a hall without a light
           C   D
Because I flow
Bm             C
La jiggy Jar Jar doo
                 C
Dur dur dur dee dur
D                                    Bm                  C
This whole thing where random dead people try to kill me's gotta go.


[Chorus]

          C    D   Bm          C
They keep walking, walking my way 
           C    D    Bm                   C          
If they're talking, can't tell what they say
           C   D         Bm             C
They keep falling, over stuff in their way
            C   D       Bm        C
Dead dudes walking can ruin your day
C       D  
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Bm             C
La jiggy Jar Jar doo
                 C  D
Dur dur dur dee dur

Bm      C
   Now all the walkers sing!
C       D         Bm     C
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
C       D         Bm     C
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
C       D         Bm     C
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
      C       D        Bm         C
Yeah, I just like to dance.(Yeah!)

Carl Poppa


[Verse 3]

C D
    Cellblock wisdom
Bm C                  C
    French braid tabletop
D                          Bm  C
If you mess with Carl Poppa, (Uh)
                         C         D                          Bm
I'm coming at you like, one, two, walkers in the back of the club
               C                         C
I'm guessing it's a club where everyone dies
                D                       Bm
If they try to dance to the music that doesn't play
   C                     C
Cause we don't got no electricity
        D                     Bm
What we got is bones, bones, bones
       C                              C
Piles of bones, bones, bones, bones, bones
      D                                  Bm
If you try to step to me, hit you in the femur
              C                            C        D
With another femur that is laying on the ground (Yeah)
Bm     C
Wordsmith. Rhymes.
C          D 
Hama lama sima lama hama lama
               Bm                       C
Someone had to cut my baby sister out my mama


[Chorus]

          C    D   Bm          C
They keep walking, walking my way 
           C    D    Bm                   C          
If they're talking, can't tell what they say
           C   D         Bm             C
They keep falling, over stuff in their way
            C   D       Bm        C
Dead dudes walking can ruin your day
          C    D                                       Bm          C
They keep walking, (no one wanted your stinking tiara) walking my way
           C    D                                            Bm                   C
If they're talking, (cause no one wanted your sticky chair) can't tell what they say
           C   D         
They keep falling, (why you always talking about the cool kids
                                               Bm             C
who take archery. You're a shrinky dink) over stuff in their way
            C   D                                                     Bm        C
Dead dudes walking (If you don't wise up and call me Carl Poppa) can ruin your day

Carl Poppa

C D


[Bridge]

Bm             C
La jiggy Jar Jar doo
                 C  D
Dur dur dur dee dur
             Bm  C
Man, I just flow

Carl Poppa

C D Bm C

Carl Poppa

C D
           Bm  C
Man I just flow.

C D Bm C

Carl Poppa

C       D                  Bm       C
I can barely remember pre-apocalypse. (Carl Poppa)
C          D                        Bm          C
I guess nothing rhymes with that, except maybe taco lips

C D Bm C

(Carl Poppa)


[Outro]

C       D              Bm     C
You cannot handle the flow, son
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