Lyrics:
The Cast (in order of appearance [roughly]):
KING ARTHUR : Graham Chapman
PATSY : Terry Gilliam
GUARD #1 : Michael Palin
GUARD #2 : John Cleese
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
the
King's horses and all
The king's men, swing the whole mess at the end of the wire, scratch
Out his eyes with the
Tip of a razor, let the wire extend
the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Mister moonlight
to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ay
I was dead broke, hustlin' off the steps
Now I rock water like I'm Michael Phelps, yeah
lying like Pinocchio going through a rodeo, uh
Oh poor Juliet, grown not fully yet, the priest ain't around to make her holy yet
English please, feeling
the lames to beat it
I'll stay by your side, baby I'll never leave it
Baby be my girl, come fly by side
Spread your beautiful wings, baby let's take flight
I
we could joust
Make them niggas my squad
Fuck them, let's see how the ladies fare
Swerve on these bitches like I'm
Settin' my baby hair they feel
it lands on another rap singers lips who can't think of sh-
Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit
Yo, who's king of this f- English lit'?
Let
who's king of this fuckin' English lit'?
Let your middle fingers flip on each hand, while extending the shit
How low can you go? Lower then Chuck D, ho
me beat the dope up like i'm Michael
Keep an automatic rifle
Got the trap house lit like a lighter
Fuck ya bitch and i make her go viral
Been killing
Crud
Bah (mhm)
Mad (yo)
E-E-English girl named Fiona (Gotcha)
Big batty gyal named Abiola (mm-mm)
Body-ody shaped like Cola (bah)
Back up,
Shawty looking real fine, I'm just tryna make her talk (Aye what she talk)
English, Spanish (Uh)
I've been getting money, so I'm getting an advantage
king ‘cause I wreck ‘em
Polish ‘em with my septum
Trap ‘em when I catch ‘em
Put motion sensors in they rectum
And then I send ‘em through so
They can
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
want no help the deep end Michael Phelps
I did it by my lonely I ain't ask for no help
My dog turned on me that's a hit below the belt
I aint want no
Like a back board I'll hit it, baby don't stop, get it, get it
Call me Michael Phelps, wait I'll be swimming in it
She, she wailing like a siren,
a shiv tryna make him leak
I ain't got time for the beef with a neek
You're all talk till we finally meet kneel for the king Better fall to your knees
King
manage
Looking at your face
And the damage in your facial
Every angle can't let it faze you
No reason to be insecure or immature
Baby girl, see
to your fate
But we got everything we need, baby
In the memories we make
In a world of reinventions
It's never too late
So let's sit by an English
to your fate
But we got everything we need, baby
In the memories we make
In a world of reinventions
It's never too late
So let's sit by an English
then. Eh? What do you mean,
stop pissing in the corner? Well if you'd let me out of this f'king room I wouldn't have to piss in the corner,
would I?
you fuck around and take the piss
That could be my little bro baby sis, have to make a statement, just in case it is
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