Lyrics:
Touch you with the Blade, take off your toupee
Put my dirt in your glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day
My momma didn't raise no sick, she raised
at your cute face
And lookin' at your 8 by 10 in my suitcase
Ain't been with my honey in a long while
And when I get a hold of you, mmm child (oh, yeah)
it 'til it's in your hand (it's in your hand)
You gon' spend it 'fore you make it, that ain't never part of the plan (for real)
Give a fuck how
I spent Monday on Strawberry Hill
Till I fell and I landed on your windowsill
I hung there by a golden fine web
I had woven from a hair of your head
knows how to make a Meek Mill record
" he says, stating the obvious still
He plays along
"All in favor of the first single being ‘Bad
' put your hands
On summer nights when the barley's high and the stars are twinkling in the sky
Take a walk by the river side and let the music be your guide
Follow
So raise your glasses to the heavens
The O'Reilly's and the Nevin's
It's just as well a chara
The tables are nailed down
Paidi Murphy's on his second
lucky, indespically lucky, debauched!
Oooooh, you've got your hands on Running Free, Sanctuary,Murders in the Mooo Rooooga... oah, The Rue
Morgue, all
ashtrays fly and chairs fall over
There'll be hell to pay by daylight
But we don't care t'is surely liftin'
To see the glint in old Thoms' eye
So raise your
My name is William Hollander, as you will understand
I was born in the County of Waterford, in Erin's lovely land,
When I was young and in my prime,
Touch you with the Blade, take off your toupee
Put my dirt in your glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day
My momma didn't raise no sick, she raised
Sergeant William Bailey toora loo
Rule Britannia, your marmalade and jam
With your long red coat and
Feather in your cap
And your drums and your guns, bang
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
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the Beatles back
Bey-Bey my Yoko Ono, Rih Rih complete the family
Imagine how that's gon' look front row at the Grammys
Fuck your awards like Eddie Murphy's
of you in my arms
A wine and an ale by the fire
Spinning in circles we'd dance through the night
A waltz and a jig, hand-in-hand
The Angels they
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
ain't shit funny, when it comes to a brawl
Suckin' Northstar, trippin' in
Guns go off, y'all know y'all strippin'
[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William
me baby, you make me thrill
Oh William-William, just say you will
Will you William will you take me by the hand
Keep me William won't you,
on the right, and they be screaming like
(HEY!)
I got them folks in the back, man they be yelling like (HO!)
I got them folks down front, waving they hands
they played and the mark they made with the shifts that they put in
Sam Cooke and Johnny Murphy, Mick Sinnett and Hugh Quin
John Cousins, William
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
and they be screaming like
(Hey!)
I got them folks in the back, man they be yelling like (Ho!)
I got them folks down front, waving they hands like (Hey!)
to sit you down in your place
And tell you right to your face
Sista, you ain't nothin but a faker, a playa hata
I'm Ms. Toi first native baby I'm a G
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