Where i'm from we like to pet long necks
We don't take shits
My mama always told me
Have sex with fish
Every night in our land
We all join hands
And then we chant
Everybody praise the scrumple king
(Verse 1)
Mmm, lemme tell you a bit about where im from
Me and my people we known as scrumps
Teachin the way of life to the young
Always remember to drink your rum
Don't stay out too early after the sun
Try to remember to rub beandip on your head
And you better never consider taking a dump
Yeah, praise the scrumple king and follow all his codes
And when you have a baby boy cut off his pinky toes, yeah
When the moon come out during the mid of night
We gather round chant and then we recite
Couldn't imagine me being happier ever since i accepted the scrumple king in my life
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
Mmm, everything around here was going juh fine
Then people came to the town from outside
Come in here livin a different life
These people they go to bed during night
And stay up and go out during the light
We tried to tell them they need to be changing their way
Because they way that they livin now it ain't right, cuz
They dont slice their toes or rub beandip on their head
Sometimes they even defecate they'll regret it when theyre dead, yeah
These people they came in dont have a clue
Oh scrumple king look at theyre mocking you
I think that its time that we take our way of life back
If youre tired of it i know what we need to do
(Verse 3)
Yeah, we gotta face the fact
Look at the way they act
They dont hump their fish
They dont paint their crack
And they dump and shit
Are you okay with that?
We've gotta take a stand
We've gotta take it back
We've gotta make a plan
They've gotta pay for that
We oughta round them up
Put them in cages so outrageous
Dont want our kids to be raised like that
Imagine if this shit goes on and stays like that
I think it time to put them in they place like that
They mockin how we live right to our face like that
We cannot let this happen gotta chase them back
Yeah, it time to form a pack show them our scorn and wrath, and then we'll storm their shacks
Until they mourn and pack, sound the horns attack
Praise the scrumple king, lets bring normal back
(Hook)