Lyrics:
The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand he looked like a drunk old fool
And I knew if I hit him right why I could knock him off of that stool
But
Head's burnin', wasn't told
To leave, the hood is burnin' down
Never had no help from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
Uh, let me tell you 'bout
pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats
What do you think is going on here the old man said from his chair? Did you think this is anything New now look here son. this is just like it was
dick after dick
Dirty motherfucking dozen
The Kon Artis, motherfucking Peter S. Bizarre
Swifty McVay, the Kuniva, Dirty father-fucking Harry
Putting
me sharply
Harry me through the day
Oh, then look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by moonlight
Though Hell
Performin surgery, fighting for your life
You nice with them hand and you're fighting
Like you Mike well I'm fighting with
The pipe, 44 Dirty Harry turn bull
Felton,
This is Harry's life and these times are so dark, and its getting even darker,
trying to defeat voldemort,
plus, being haunted by that night with
know a lot of fiends by they first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones
man)
Ha ha, that's facts they get it and come back
(You can't keep your hands to yourself)
(You're a dirty old man)
That's facts they get it and come
What's up? Let's go
Let's go, man (yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?)
Yo, Snoop Dogg
Yo, Dre (yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over)
Yo,
See, in Christmas time, I get #MERKY (Merky)
Moving like Mike with my Christmas turkey
(Bakaw) harry got the snow
Jamie got the flow (What?)
Shakka
I've got a bud ain't frightened by shooters
So lets have a drink for a couple of troopers
No her old man won't know I've been giving it some
Unless
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
dirty Harry, we're a punk rock band
When it's sold off CBGB's I don't understand
All that's left now are the t-shirts and the comp' for a good plan
I
about myself, that's my old ways
Had to get it by myself, I said All Day
I said All Day, fuck it fuck it All Day
I said All Day, fuck it fuck it All Day
lay
In a sidin' through the day
Where the heat would make
Your bloomin' eyebrows crawl
We shouted, "Harry by"
Till our throats were bricky-dry
Then
a.k.a mr.enron
u already kno dirty money,clean money, its just money nah'm sayin
bitch
young money,cash money,old money whatever man
its ya boy man
i talk
flow!
Yo, yo, yo you would think I'm in a lounge, man everywhere
Won't blink like from Time Square
What he done here? She fucking with a crime
Stuck like
VersionTwo
On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving
Down by the clear river I rollicked along.
I heard an old man making sad lamentation;
He
bar out in Odessa
Dirty needles breaking all the old records
A hundred hoes, one shovel and some old treasure
Ole Zeke use teeth as a gold tester
to look at the Queen
Only place that he's ever been
Always shouts out something obscene
Such a dirty old man
Dirty old man
Her Majesty's a pretty
dirty south florida water general chicago nigga cemetery
the consensual validity of gone off in the muck,
spread all out with style but no
again conservative
Kind of robot tryin' to thwart my plans
What is right isn't exactly what is right or by nature what it's suppose to be
Harry Harrison,
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