Ricky ticky icky tavi This rickety stickety ickety has me Pop em drop em stop em got em too easy Slip em trip em do whatever to stick um Book em boys, now let the rhythm get freaky (Drum break) Witches are itchin to give bitches stitches But in their gut is a brewing kitchen and Hansel and Grettel just fell in. That’s all well-in, for this witch is a felon Who can brew the stew without their shoes, I’m left here ponderin. So I check the entrances, few, for something to slip my icky sticky grippy toes in to But alas, the brash splash of brew meat must’ve attacked and stashed my shoes in there with them on their feet Give them back you rats, I gripped the cauldron with a smack. Just then they grabbed my hair, I was falled in, in no time the water had me balding. What a world my plan never unfurled I wanted that boy and girl to be my dinner, may have been the first meal in a while I haven’t hurled. Then I gurgled and bubbled and melted away. I lived on in the stew, my power grew, if only I had knew, but still I was left in this boiling decay. Ricky ticky icky tavi This rickety stickety ickety has me Pop em drop em stop em got em too easy Slip em trip em do whatever to stick um Book em boys, now let the rhythm get freaky Sam I Am better take that platter and cram it Put that garbage down your own greasy gullet god dammit The ramifications of ammunation don’t have the patience to cater to this patronage. Either decide fer yourself to eat it or not or beat it This guy wants my time he’s not kind and he’s never retreating. I’m gonna take this fox in a box and his socks and put them on the clock to stock boxes and shelves like elves with bad little smells like rotting sea shells and delve into twelve different stock options for the fox to opt-in to, win or lose He’s sure to choose to schmooze up to me and help me smelt up the damage to be dealt to Sam I Am and the hellscape he’s created with his land I’ll say what I came today to portray, Sam I Am, You gonna listen when people say they don’t like green eggs and Ham? Good, that’s what I thought. Now let’s take a walk and talk about the profit, come off it, the green eggs and ham shit. We could turn and burn and make a coin earned, what do you say, are you game to do the same and make Sam I Am a family name? Ricky ticky icky tavi This rickety stickety ickety has me Pop em drop em stop em got em too easy Slip em trip em do whatever to stick um Book em boys, now let the rhythm get freaky (Drum break)
