MC Frontalot - Wakjakaga lyrics
[MC Frontalot - Wakjakaga lyrics]
Yo, if your parents hear
You listening to this
They’re going to frown they’ll be like
"our babysitter Frontalot’s letting us down"
In fact
I bet it’s around now that their ears perk up
Already poised to disengage the circuit
Wakjąkága was not exactly a man
More like the demiurge than a demigod
If you understand and if you don’t
Let me just say he’s a bit of a fool:
Sort of a jester, but also a simpleton too
He wandered the forest in search of some food
A couple duck carcasses
(of which he approved)
Dripping with fat, sizzle in his campfire
Wakjąkága gets bored of cooking, gets tired
Gets comfy, warming his back at the hearth
Though it’s pretty early
He’s not the only creature on the earth
There’s foxes they’d like a duck dinner too
Brown Eye Detective Agency got interviewed
Keep an eye out! Wakjąkága‘s booty-butt
Should’ve paid attention
There were no other applicants
The booty’s on lookout
Can only Po at interlopers
Hard to guard the cook-out
Wakjąkága woke up and he stretched
Reached for his dinner: nothing
But bones left his booty was stone deaf
To recrimination and censure
One duty, shirked
Leaving trust in contention
And Wakjąkága, so stern with his underling
Stabbed it where you or
I would wear underthings
With a sharp stick that happened
To be on fire
As proper punishment for it's failing
To keep it's eye out
Satisfied with this discipline
He went about his way
Still with his tummy grumbling and dismayed
Hope before it’s too late
He could find a tidbit
What should he happen upon but an unattended
Sizzling strip of the fat
That he’d savored before?
He gobbled it and ambled along
Imagining more
O cornucopia! The world’s older brother here
Keeps on discovering, discarded everywhere
Just what he’s looking for:
The most delicious
Fresh-cooked dishes seems a bit suspicious
Someone just littering hot meat? Yo, hold up
You’re walking in a circle, Wakjąkága!
Ought to check your backside where the
Gaping wound you made is uh oh young ones
Be careful how you say this:
His anus was trailing out
Guts in abundance and
Upon himself is how he’d meted punishment
Upon himself: also how he’d been dining so
Took a couple handfuls of his booty
Up and tied it closed
And that’s why part of your butt’s wrinkly
Wakjąkága couldn’t help mingling:
Shaping the world while he faked
His way through it
Till we’re just like him, half divine
Half stupid
You listening to this
They’re going to frown they’ll be like
"our babysitter Frontalot’s letting us down"
In fact
I bet it’s around now that their ears perk up
Already poised to disengage the circuit
Wakjąkága was not exactly a man
More like the demiurge than a demigod
If you understand and if you don’t
Let me just say he’s a bit of a fool:
Sort of a jester, but also a simpleton too
He wandered the forest in search of some food
A couple duck carcasses
(of which he approved)
Dripping with fat, sizzle in his campfire
Wakjąkága gets bored of cooking, gets tired
Gets comfy, warming his back at the hearth
Though it’s pretty early
He’s not the only creature on the earth
There’s foxes they’d like a duck dinner too
Brown Eye Detective Agency got interviewed
Keep an eye out! Wakjąkága‘s booty-butt
Should’ve paid attention
There were no other applicants
The booty’s on lookout
Can only Po at interlopers
Hard to guard the cook-out
Wakjąkága woke up and he stretched
Reached for his dinner: nothing
But bones left his booty was stone deaf
To recrimination and censure
One duty, shirked
Leaving trust in contention
And Wakjąkága, so stern with his underling
Stabbed it where you or
I would wear underthings
With a sharp stick that happened
To be on fire
As proper punishment for it's failing
To keep it's eye out
Satisfied with this discipline
He went about his way
Still with his tummy grumbling and dismayed
Hope before it’s too late
He could find a tidbit
What should he happen upon but an unattended
Sizzling strip of the fat
That he’d savored before?
He gobbled it and ambled along
Imagining more
O cornucopia! The world’s older brother here
Keeps on discovering, discarded everywhere
Just what he’s looking for:
The most delicious
Fresh-cooked dishes seems a bit suspicious
Someone just littering hot meat? Yo, hold up
You’re walking in a circle, Wakjąkága!
Ought to check your backside where the
Gaping wound you made is uh oh young ones
Be careful how you say this:
His anus was trailing out
Guts in abundance and
Upon himself is how he’d meted punishment
Upon himself: also how he’d been dining so
Took a couple handfuls of his booty
Up and tied it closed
And that’s why part of your butt’s wrinkly
Wakjąkága couldn’t help mingling:
Shaping the world while he faked
His way through it
Till we’re just like him, half divine
Half stupid