Lyrics:
Evans
Bob Evans, yeah, I got that association, Bob Evans"
I was with my friend's sister Debbie
When I was 18 in Ohio at a local thrash metal show
We
crazy, Kuhnlein or Evans
Evans is psycho, Kuhnlein's insane
So which Ryan's crazy, I think maybe
Just made, we're both fucking crazy
You won't believe how
and spout
Put the truth in a tumbler and watered it down
Doesn't it kill you to knock it about
Well I can pour it out
Evan, Evan, locked out of heaven
Such
B.O.B., B.O.B. can't serve you breakfast in bed
Oh no (he can't) bathe your body
(He can't) rub your feet (he can't)
He can't compete with my love
(So
talk us up
If you ain't running shit you can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill, blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for
Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Bob Dobalina, won't you quit?
You
Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Bob Dobalina, won't you quit?
You
and the Eauzone crew
On the streets of Water I'm known as Evan C.
But on this track you can call me Killer Bee
716 is where I reside
With my roommate Arthur, what
a beauty queen
With the devils intentions
A beauty queen
Brought up from the heavens
Or hells
Only time can tell
Your my beauty queen
You can find me
as he carried me to
bed Thank Heavens for Dale Evans Yodel-lay-ee,
Yodel-lay-ee Yodel-lay-ee Dale Evans made a cowgirl
out of me Like Shirley Temple's
as he carried me to bed Thank Heavens for Dale Evans Yodel-lay-ee, Yodel-lay-ee Yodel-lay-ee Dale Evans made a cowgirl out of me Like Shirley Temple's
on, bob that head
Bob that head
Hot girl wants a ride
Climbs up inside
Feelin' that rhythm
Right along with him
Now he's cruisin'
Don't want to lose it
before we get underway. Its very much a David vs Goliath match, with Mickey Evans, the world number three, against Peter von Hassel, ranked 143rd in
on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make a lot of money
(Make
not with you
Then you have to ask yourself "What would Bob do?"
What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
I was
Mayday Mayday )
Alll these shit that you believed in
They got you tripping
But I’m still skimmin’ you be fuckin’ with it
Bitch I just been Bob
bad mob
And they're chasing poor old Bottleneck Bob
Have you heard the story of Bottleneck Bob
Tried to rob a train with cattle
He laid in ambush
and offering bribes
Got a new glock and its by Smith and Wesson
Don't fuck with me nigga you gon' learn a lesson
S-Snapshot like this is progressive
Don't fuck
Sayin', ""Go down, you murderer, go down.""
Tim Evans pleaded innocent
And he swore by Him on high,
That he never killed his own dear wife
Nor caused his
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
per-son
Ah that you need to bob get involved
And weave with ease and please the steez with G's
Now, just to be at ease
'Cause this is it, legit, a hit,
wrong with Santa Claus?]
[Bob: There's nothing wrong with Santa Claus, but...]
[Anything Muppet #1: Don't you like Christmas?]
[Bob: Oh, I love
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