Magma Wins at Good Dog

A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow
My saturday nights are live-er than joe piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for charlie tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like esiason’s the boomer
I’m higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts
Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me goldilocks
I ciggedy-catch the scoop from peter jennings
Do a spin like the mag and I slide like peggy fleming
Or a smiggedy-smack a man and choke ’em up until he squeals
I hawiian punched the captain and now I’m maxing with tenille
I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun
I’m freaking the track from brooklyn, yo, ’cause brooklyn’s where I’m from