Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-pick
Here is a thing that’s making me sick
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-da-dee-swill
Why get on da mic if you ain’t got skill?
Who do you blame when you spit a wack rap?
Hiding behind gold chains and ball caps
Thinking the deal is about looking clean
When you’re too illiterate to write a sixteen.
Your crew is gassin’ yooooouuuu…
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-da
If you’re not wack then you might get far
You may receive some props for it, too
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