Dippity Doo

Okay I must have wrote a thousand letters
I know I'm getting better.
A dope rapper from mac, always a trend setter.
I think I need a sweater, I'm cold like December.
I'm getting old and who in the fucks going to remember
Steve? Oh little old poor me.
I'm up late every night until like four in the morning
Through sun shiny days and horrible storming
rainy weather poring I'm cutting and scoring
beats while you suckers snore under sheets.
I'm slacking on tweets and eating fiber and wheat.
I'm taking a shit and at the same time a leak
I'm covered in grease and aint got no time to sleep.
Beep (alarm clock sound) My names HAUL, it's a pleasure to meet ya.
I'll be your best friend and I'll never deceive ya.
I roll doobies and smoke the best reefer
I like boobies and good movies, the fine features.

I dip da dip da day doo,
I dip da day da doo
I dip da dip da day doo,
I dip da dippity doo.

A feature film is what I ought to be and honestly
I probably need some sort of frontal lobotomy
to figure out what's wrong with me and all of my psychology.
I need a heart shaped box for all apologies.
But then again you'd be missing a big part of me.
So pardon me as I pass up all your lotteries.
If you've got ass and tits, you'll have a lot of me.
Sorry, I can be an ass. I break pottery.
But I do it with class, nobodies stopping me.
I skipped a lot of class in school, nobody bothered me.
Nope, But is it all wrong?
If it never bothered me, it surely must have bothered my Mom?
I'm stoned and smoking on bongs alone and choking on chron.
Atone to write a new song. I groan as time passes on.
I'm a procrastinator. Class clown, little bastard debater.
I think I'll go to class now and I'll master theater.

I dip da dip da day doo,
I dip da day da doo
I dip da dip da day doo,
I dip da dippity doo.

And for the third verse I'll use a bunch of curse words
of bees and birds and turtle dicks and fucking moose turd's.
And pussy's and roosters. Man, I got a surge of plans
I'm handing out from my wasteland cranial glands.
I hope the radio pans or its pipe in the land.
Understand, I'm trying to eat and need money in hand
to travel the land. My monkey in sand.
Get funky and jam. Get turnt up and play it again.
I'll say it again, friends and pretends, the names HAUL.
The sickest guy walking with a dick and two balls.
Fuck a text, I'm a call one of my buddies or my Ma.
You can have your Snapchat back, Twitter and all.
I am a slacker at heart who's never really tried hard
on earth at nothing at all, except the art on my wall.
But when I fall down flat I seem to find a way up
and shave the ball sack hair on the back of my nuts, yup

I dip da dip da day doo,
I dip da day da doo
I dip da dip da day doo,
I dip da dippity doo.

I did a third, might as well do a fourth one too.
So hurry up and fuckin' pass me the glue.
I'm not as classy as you, I'm a bastard abused.
an addict with bad habits of dancing under the Moon.
I attract all the goons and all the floosy old poon.
Maybe I ought to change soon or end up in a cocoon.
Fuck it I'll pop some baloons and kill a shark with a spoon.
My lifes and funny cartoon. I wake up after High Noon
in a lagoon with a platoon of racoons biting my prunes,
in the middle of June fucking stuck and marooned.
Sure is inopportune throwing these rocks and harpoons
at all these rodent bufoon's stuck here in Wonderland too.
I need a commune to kick back not a fucking saloon.
Drink goose and spoon with the first swamp donkey that moves.
But it's so miniscule, just a tiny picayune
My life's an awesome lampoon, this is my signature tune.
Ewww.