Lyrics:
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
so extraordinary
KIRP:
since the day that I caught a fish with a head at both ends.
ARTHUR:
And Old Thrashbarg,
who claims to be the boss,
he tells
ass that shit fucking big fasho
Cooling, I'm boolin, nigga watch who you fooling
If I ain't rapping nigga you can catch me fucking hoopin
Catch me by
and then he smote
A single thrust and pierced his throat.
Answer my prayers, help me to save this land
Guide me by truth laid down by Arthur's hand
Evil
distracted by your movements
No time to get into it
We all wrong; who I'm fooling?
We all sin who I'm fooling?
Bible tats be confusing
They don't match how
Tell the truth, tell me who's been fooling you?
Tell the truth, who's been fooling you?
There you sit there looking so cool
While the whole show is
and then he smote
A single thrust and pierced his throat.
Answer my prayers, help me to save this land
Guide me by truth laid down by Arthur's hand
Evil
I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride
He and I took a stroll down by the by the sea side
A seeking good fortune and what might be tide
'Twas
looking, who is them?
Murder, I don't do attempt
Ain't fooling us but you fooling them (aye, yeah)
Ain't no key, what you looking for?
Pull up late
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walking down by the seaside
Now, mark what followed and what did betide
For it being
the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bade them look sharp in the morning
Oh, me and my cousin one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walking down by
a missile
There's no way you're fooling me once, lil baby
I'm sorry, thats the way it is
Sometimes I don't really know who to trust
So don't go fooling me
I'm
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
L A Z Z
Who you with, no joke
I'm jumping you niggas
It's about past four
And I'm thumping on niggas
On the corner, by the store
Ain't no arguing
oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooh oohooh
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
down ain't it tragic
Do you really wanna know who's next up
Do you really wanna know who's next up
Do you really wanna know who's next up
Who's is next
believe, her or me?
Who's it gonna be, who you gonna believe?
Who are you fooling
Well you're not fooling me no
Who you gonna believe, you can risk it
all this time
Who you gonna believe, her or me?
Who's it gonna be, who you gonna believe?
Who are you fooling, well you're not fooling me, no
Who
was moving on feet
Got me a job I was hired by the streets
Ain't no fire I'm just bring that heat
I am the King, but nothing like Arthur
I wrote
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