Lyrics:
that's perfect
It's ya boy kid, I already know how it do
When I come through girl, I'm a sneeze like flu
Ain't nobody tryna get on you
Unless you hit me
I like your mother
I like your brother
I like you
And you like me too
We'll get a preacher
I'll buy a ring
We'll hire a band
With an accordion
I like your mother
I like your brother
I like you
And you like me too
We'll get a preacher
I'll buy a ring
We'll hire a band
With an accordion
I like your bother, I like your mother
I like you and you like me too
We’ll get a preacher, I’ll buy a ring
We’ll hire a band with an accordion,
listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
Excuse me, uh, ladies and gentlemen?
We regret to inform you that the rock band Warp 97
Will not be joining us this evening
But instead, here
open, Dookie Ropes on the bells
When everything is gold, who cares about the carats?
They say that gold's the skin of the gods
You can't take the band
We're breakin everything,
Ra-roudy like a class room
Pack of wolves,
Cuz we don't follow the rules
And when you're runnin` your mouth,
Our razor blades
runnin'...
1st Salesman
Well, I don't know much about bands but I do know
you can't make a living selling big trombones, no sir.
Mandolin picks, perhaps
Run on me, you gon end up in last place
I be rolling up bands in the fast lane
Finna dump you when you end in the ashtray
I be keepin it together like
look just like Tip's
But I never went platinum, do you catch my drift? (Skrrt)
I never let a nigga do me like Tip did Flip (it's Gucci)
This the same
look just like Tip's
But I never went platinum, do you catch my drift? (Skrrt)
I never let a nigga do me like Tip did Flip (it's Gucci)
This the same
from the waves and sand I, I need a rock to stand by
I need some bands on standby
In Atlanta with my bro dem
The only thing constant is change
I
CHOSEN ONE out a million
Foldin on paper might stress me
If I ain got backup plans
Bet you ain't wiling to bet me
I blow up & get tha bands
I'm doin tha
my guts like tangled twine
Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John Finns' wife is all
And the three of us walk out of the hall
And from city hall comes the wire that said simply boo'
Here comes the judge, here comes the judge, judge to judge
Well I think by now you know how leftists
rolling like dice
I shoot you on the bet
It feel like she jumped in the pool
She too wet
Hit from the back, bitch, give me that neck
I got 'em mad, they
wanna be in it bitch you better act right
I got this feeling that you hate me but you act like you like
I had a dream that the Devil was just you by my
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)
(*chanting*)
[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam, Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn
You'll be like, "oh shit,
snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam, Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn
You'll be like, "oh shit,
work
Check the 2 step
I’m just tryna secondline
On a cruise ship
Rebirth
Hot 8
Or the Stooges
Ima blow that gas
Like a tuba
She know I’m winning
Them
on the cross in a, total misery
Now separate Jesus from the cross so you can see
The truth about the cross, and the cross's history
The cross was created by
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