Lyrics:
smoking pistol 'round
Saying ''The nag was dead meat''
''We can't afford to carry dead weight''
The whole company standing about
Not making a sound
about
Not making a sound
And turning to the dwarves perched on the enclosure gate
The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait"
And the rain came
about
Not making a sound
And turning to the dwarves perched on the enclosure gate
The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait"
And the rain came
DEAD PERSON: I'm not dead!
MORTICIAN: What?
CUSTOMER: Nothing -- here's your nine pence.
DEAD PERSON: I'm not dead!
MORTICIAN: Here -- he says he's
even one prick, it's my thing about blood
Well it's sick
It's no sicker than your thing about dwarfs
Dwarves
Dwarfs
Dwarves are very upsetting
Not
the origins
Of the chain called Gleipnir, 'nir, 'nir, 'nir, 'nir, 'nir
This was not of metal
But an alloy of pure
Impossibility
The dwarves had to secure
his smoking pistol around
saying "The nag was dead meat"
"We caint afford to carry dead weight"
While the whole company standing about
Not making
Penny... ante, cheaply imitated
the dead dis rotary blade persuade many
But look a little closer, the jails are not empty
the rabbit hole, made for the meek
was visited by the God of the dead anubis
Ayo, Frodo Baggins what?
I'm gonna grant you your greatest desire
Taking the ring oh
And I'm gonna bring you
of the Dead
(No, no, no)
Never wanna go, never wanna go
(No, no, no)
Where dwarves fear to tread
(No, no, no)
Never wanna go, but I guess I'll have to go
We've
Azeroth and wackin' off
When you gonna quit?
Me? I never take a break
Even when I gotta shit!
My wallet's so fat, and I'm not a big spender
But I ain't
Bub, Beppi and Kyle
Led by the fearless Scrugs
And now the news is just breaking in
Static radio, underneath your skin
Reports live of the recently dead
nigga yeah I'm cashing out
Ain't promoting shit, you gotta pay ain't no handouts
No cap I'm bout to blow like any fucking day now
My bars hitting
Bury me with weed and some bus fare
I tell them come near i want to see your lust flare
Im dodging mindflairs
Trying to find my life here
New chick
to babble
Throw in the troll nails with the swamp shrooms
And now rise, ye filthy fumes!
Chaos and doom, the dwarves unleashed The nine realms they seek
say hasta manana
Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, reggae not rasta tough stuff
Can I rock?
[Chorus]
[Shaq]
I'm the hooper, the hyper
Protected by
kissed me on the cheek, gave me closure
Immortal by design, I'll be meeting you here every time
Back from the dead, back from the dead
I'm back from
and street race my Harley
Where the fuck's my coffee?
I'm not dead, I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead, I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead, I'm not dead yet
I'm not
I'm playing dead but I'm dead on ya
You not a blood but you got red on ya
And I watch my surroundings
Like the Feds on me
I just got me some pints
Welcome to The Cold South
I'm on way more than survival
I wanna tear shit down
Talking bout dead on arrival
Put an opp underground
They sing like
know who you are or what you do
Or where you go when you're not around
I don't know anything about you, baby
But you're everything I'm dreaming of
I
know who you are or what you do
Or where you go when you're not around
I don't know anything about you, baby
But you're everything I'm dreaming of
I
Dead dead Ima kill em
Dead dead dead dead
With the needle and thread
(Jocin' in the park
I'm cold with it)
Dead dead dead sing indian red
(Jocin' in
daughter
Offered as a sacrifice under the red moonlight
Devil satisfied not by a blame of sight
Eaters of the dead, eaters of the dead
Eaters of the dead
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