Lyrics:
The Cast (in order of appearance [roughly]):
KING ARTHUR : Graham Chapman
PATSY : Terry Gilliam
GUARD #1 : Michael Palin
GUARD #2 : John Cleese
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
would have to be mince
Rock the bells
So listen to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on time
He'll cut the record in a second, make your DJ look blind
So all
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
always stickin' 'cause you like it that way
You think it's hotter plus it's def 'cause it's by Cool J
Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ay
I was dead broke, hustlin' off the steps
Now I rock water like I'm Michael Phelps, yeah
soon as she think the cock Asian (caucasian)
I turn that white girl to a crack rock
Make her feind for it
Billie Jean for it
Michael Jackson, Janet
a fat ass we call her Boobie
Go figure huh I'm no killer just a rapper by the name of Duck-Bo nigga
Kings goatee rock a balding game like MJ ball like
the band
It was a really fun song
Rockin' Robin
Rock, rock
Rockin' Robin
He made me a cassette tape
And I wish I could find it
But at the end of the tape
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
hair caught fire, you're diseased
Snuggled up with little kids
Balloon fights in trees
You rock dish-washing gloves
Michael, you queer, you fucking
just got...
Even Michael Diamond him never learn
Atop him head him have a curly perm
Tissue up my nose and my dick's in a cast
I don't wanna talk
been actin' like you want it for a long time
All up in a nigga face, givin' me them strong vibes
Look in my eyes and you'll find peace
A Gemini, so
it's disco and rock
But um, we just went in the studio and we did it
We had champagne in the studio, of course, you know
Compliments of the company,
Got a light skin friend, look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skin friend, look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skin friend
Got a dark skin chick
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks
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