Lyrics:
all hysterical by now. PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps. Seize him! Blow your noses and seize
him! Oh my bum.
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
ARTHUR: What is your name?
BEDEMIR: Bedemir, my leige.
ARTHUR: Then I dub you Sir Bedemir, Knight of the Round Table.
[Narrative Interlude]
NARRATOR:
Well I was born in 1965
That was a hell of a good time to be alive
Except that by the age of ten
The music had turned crap again
Now people say they
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
out there tryna keep me from bein' the artist
I admit I'm at rock bottom (oh, oh)
And this shit has rocked my mind (my mind)
I'm callin' on my hood,
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
previous ones
Your eyes are familiar to mine every time
The Story of Wolf and Panther
My soul
We met in a different dimension again
You are the grey wolf
I
fought the demons in your mind with swords of angels.”Chapter 1. Welcome to the Game
- it starts over again... and again... and again... and again
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
mind, you can step the fuck off, pops, fuck you
Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight
A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night
Please
can pack your bags, slink back in the night
I slipped, I stumbled, I fell
I slipped, I stumbled, I fell
Now I can't help where my mind might go
I'm
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
your ill
Where'd you get your funk from (where'd you get that funk from?)
Hey, name that feeling
Would you trade your funk for what's behind
This thing right here (yeah)
Is for my peoples in the streets (ha, ha) Swizz Beats (uh-huh)
And this thing right here (Ruff Ryders)
Will get your
it"
"All right, I won't do it again cheer up"
She kissed me
Rather grinning through the kiss and
Holding the handkerchief to her nose
We left for my
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
with my skull and bones
Made of solid gold, skin is closing up
Approach your home, with a war, Armageddon in my home
Wisdom mind ruler mental
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
buffin' scratches out the mirror
I'm aight though
Man I slipped and fell and got some bruises on my pride
And now I'm watchin' where I'm steppin'
I'm aight though
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
where should I begin?
I’m headed to the lab, my phone rings
It’s K again
Said, "I’m giving you a heads-up
You better bring your A-game
‘cause GT just
your ill
Where'd you get your funk from (where'd you get that funk from?)
Hey, name that feeling
Would you trade your funk for what's behind
with my skull and bones
Made of solid gold, skin is closing up
Approach your home, with a war, Armageddon in my home
Wisdom mind ruler mental
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