Night of the Living Baseheads

This is a story of a man on the edge
Who all but lost his way until one day he discovered in his palms
A rocket launcher!
Enjoy this tale of a personal rejuvenation, redemption and scrubification
As told by the great
******gy 2 ******!
Grand Papi, was a
World War
II vetAnd
I found his bazooka set in the ba******t,
With a bag of mortars
Yeah, ******,
I'm done taking orders,
Dragged it outside and tried it out
Dropped the shell in and fired it out
Across the street to the neighbour's kitchen
And now half of their house's missing
****** yeah!
I grabbed the rockets
Beer truck in the scope unlocked it
Blew the wheels off and flipped it twice
I'm realizing with the
Zooka Nice
And I'm dancing!
He's dancing
With a God damn bazooka
Bazooka Joey!
Bazooka!Bazooka
Joey!Bazooka
Joey!I sent a hot one
Right through the doors
And let it mangled in a pile of boards
I swear my shoulder is loving the shot
****** up an
H&R blockI'm blowing new cop cars into stock yards
******, this is a bazooka
You not hard!
See the swat team hiding in the limousin
It seems they smithereens!
Pull out my hair, screaming and laughing
Get shot at and shooting back in
Terrorizing
Paralyzing
Bazooka Baby
Electrifying!
And I'm dancing!
He's dancing
With a God damn bazooka
Bazooka Joey!
Bazooka!Bazooka
Joey!Bazooka
Joey!