(parody of "Wicked" by Ice Cube)
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1, 2, 3, 4 fingers and I pick it
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Put my whole hand up my nose when I pick it
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Out, wave it about
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Then I just pass it around like a hand out
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Pickin' runny snots, bloody clots
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Then throw 'em on the ground and connect the dots
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Need 'em 'cause I eat 'em
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Take me to a starving country and feed 'em
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'Cause I just pick pick pick
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And then I start to lick lick lick
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It's like an art form
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If you wanna learn I'll teach it
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Got one up my nose but I'm never gonna reach it
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'Cause it just floats all around like a boat
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And it just fell down the back of my throat
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Chokin' on a snot just gaggin'
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It feels like it's as big as a dragon, a station wagon
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So put on a plate and pass me the salt
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And I'll ingest it like a chocolate malt
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Like it, dig it, yup
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I keep on diggin' my finger and lickin', 'cause...
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[chorus]
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I love to pick it
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My finger goes diggin' up my nose
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Then I flick it
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A flick of the wrist and hey there it goes
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Or I like it
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I like to stick my tongue up my nose
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Me never gettin' hungry 'cause me always have those
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Yes I'm a nose hair wrecker
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Got me a plan to set the new world record
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Do you know what I mean?
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Got a huge pile that's lumpy and green
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Sticky thumb, sticky finger, sticky clothes
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Never seen with a runny nose
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Save in the back for a snack
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Take a step back, this one's as big as a cow
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'Nam, use it just like napalm
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Trick ya, then stick a little booger
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In your piece of pizza, then watch you eat it
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Dig it out till it's closed out
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Yup, people always get sick 'cause they're grossed out
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Don't care if you're sick
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I'll just dig with a shovel and a pick
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Sleep, snore, dream
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You know what I'll do I'll dig up your nose too
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Sometimes other people's boogers taste better
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When I pick it, lick it, so I'll just pick it
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[chorus]
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People wanna know what for
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I got a snot and my mouth is beginning to water
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No there just ain't no stoppin'
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Order out for pizza and use it as a topping
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Nothing quite like it when it melts on the cheese
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Mom can I have some more, please, please?
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The crusty ones are hard to bite
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A horse has snots but they don't taste right
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You really gotta try this I know you're gonna love this
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But if you've never done this
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Here's some cooking tips
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Ground 'em all up and put 'em in a mix
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Then boil a pot full of water
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If you haven't tried it you oughtta
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Then add some salt, just a dash
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Put it in a dish and begin to, uh, mash
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Serve it on a plate, it tastes great
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And it works as bait
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I'm the pickin' chef
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And the restaurant critics dig it
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So I'll just pick it
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[chorus]
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Pick It
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