Lyrics:
meat, tankard of mead
Or gallons of Black Friar
The tables stand laden with food
Heavied by good mood
Fresh bread with crunchy crusty top
And mounds
You will be cleansed
With the Cross
Or with fire
Head back to the citadel
The Black friar awaits.
be my squire
Red fevers - black fire
Death's like an orphaned friar
Soldier Death - melts iron blades
He's the one who decide our fate
Soldier Death
hunnid for brand new Amiris
Got black on my back 'n I feel like I'm Batman
Now I be Charlie in two and a half men
Yellow on Lambo it's lookin' like Pac-Man
When I was fifteen I had a black crepe jacket and sideboards to my chin
I used to go around in a two-tone Zephyr with a mean and nasty grin
built up my own fucking Private Island!
Bangarang, Captain Hook
Black mustache and a dapper look
I'm the feather in the cap of the seven seas
And you
Take a pinch of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of red indian boy
Oh like a curly latin kinkies
head-dress
A face a mess, covered in feathers
Orange-red with blue-black lines
That draped down to his chest
They are a tentacle mess
And light blue pant-heads
covered in feathers
Orange-red with blue-black lines
That draped down to his chest
Body are a tentacle mess
And light blue plant-heads
TV showed Sam
Hot lava, hot lava
Hot high Lady Lucid, the city
What, what up? Rottweiler?
I might take ya to it, get ready
Friar flyer, I'm the Nostra-dyme and I
When I was fifteen I had a black crepe jacket and sideboards to my chin
I used to go around in a two-tone Zephyr with a mean and nasty grin
Oooo.....
Take a little bit of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Then you add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of red indian boy
Ooh,
Take a pinch of one man
Wrap him up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of
Red Indian boy
Curly black and kinky
Take a pinch of one man
Wrap him up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of Indian boy
Curly black and kinky
of Sadness
Heart-shaped tattoo and a black leather jacket
She showed me my fate, said reach out and grab it
Destiny is the secret to madness
Where did you go
and neigh break the horse with a tough act
Chewing suss the stuff I spray is colored jet black
Get back the steady stream is venomous villainized
You better
like I'm escaping Shawshank (Shit)
My lyrics dragon fire that touch ya like a Catholic friar
Always killing something, hence I'm constantly in black
When I was fifteen I had a black crepe jacket and sideboards to my chin
I used to go around in a two-tone Zephyr with a mean and nasty grin
Yo its just simple family
Like trust me MoreNight broski
Money Money Money Im greedy
Cant go broke, heebie jeebies
Black diamonds, No VV’s
Easy
Put you in the fryer (friar) you better call up a chaplain
Don't reach for dapping, I come with the fire like the wood for cabins
You better roll like
looked under a rock and roaches spread across my skin
I ran and found a fire, threw off my clothes, and jumped right in
A friar told me I should not have
Carmelites, white friars
City devastated by The Black death
Well no need for gun powder
Let these Streets go louder
Been gambling here
I Found The whitest
merch, we ain't buying attire
Cursing the church, for breeding the liars
We fire ya friars like end of a blunt
Wealth is required, acquire some funds
To go
as fuck.
Invite anyone ta’ try ya’ luck.
I’m 50: you Buck, I’m Jay: you Bleek, I’m Drake: you Meek, I’m Robin Hood: you Friar Tuck.
That’s it, boy, time is
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