Pickle (from "At Home With The Kids" compilation)

Well, hey there Pickle dude, yeah, my little dude
There's a lot of me that I see in you
You like to take my things and throw 'em everywhere
When mother isn't here, you're always in my hair
You're always breaking stuff, it make a lot of noise
And when you start to scream, I get so annoyed
When you start screeching it can be a little scary
Sounds sorta like a cat that's singing Mariah Carey (Uh)

Well who that? Who that? They already knew that
That's the homie Pickle, I'm the one he throwing food at
Yep, you're really good at throwing fits
And when it comes to potatoes it seems like you never miss
I get a plate to the face and some milk up in my eyeball
I swear you know how to use your bottle like a rifle
I know I'm not your dad and I have no problem with crap
But I'm a little concerned that Chief Keef is your idol
Every time someone plays "That's some stuff I don't like"
You be like "Bang," and I'm like "All right"
It's really not the music for kids
But, um, here Pickle, let's listen to Jaden Smith

Well, hey there Pickle dude, yeah, my little dude
There's a lot of me that I see in you
You like to take my things and throw 'em everywhere
When mother isn't here, you're always in my hair
You're always breaking stuff, it make a lot of noise
And when you start to scream, I get so annoyed
Yep, you can make me mad for a while
But when I see your face it's impossible not to smile

Well, hey, yo mom, I know you've got your show on
But if you've got a kid, that kid is more than the Zohan
Little guy is crazy, I try not to get him angry
'Cause he foams at the mouth like he's diagnosed with rabies
When dealing with Pickle, it's all about survival
He's a year and a half and he cusses more than I do
He's all about this West West like Fievel
He keeps it so G and he doesn't even try to
I remember when he took his first little steps
A week later he was running out for cigarettes
I told him, look chill like what lab is the deal
Even though you're evil, little buddy, I love you still
Yeah

Well, hey there Pickle dude, you're my little dude
There's a lot of me that I see in you
You like to take my things and throw 'em everywhere
When mother isn't here, you're always in my hair
You're always breaking stuff, it make a lot of noise
And when you start to scream, I get so annoyed
Yep, you can make me mad for a while
But when I see your face it's impossible not to smile
Yeah