Lyrics:
made
Was one step farther from everything that I
Love and to what? A
World of dysfunction, disrespect
And distrust come to think of it
It is sort of like
Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak
It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week
It's found inside
to ask you a few
questions, Ma'am. I understand you were almost devoured by the Ma'am. Is
that right, dragon?
Maiden: It was terrible. He breathed
alright, alright, you get it
You get it so it's 8 PM, I'm about to record
At Hans Zimmer studio, i'm a little
Nervous 'cause this is my first time
With
and louder
Prisoner code T.H.X, 1-1-3-8
I'm a break the chains and litigate Bill Gates.
And Ricki Lake type intruders of your private life
It's like they
laser beaks they bite and burn the resistance
Trampled by robot legs no one thing is safe
Everyone will bow down when Bob Venke flies
Bob Venke is
Now you say you keep saying us
Who do you think you
Are, huh?, I in all honesty
Must acknowledge my Father, my
Father is not a human father
My Father
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
and a fall so grand
Bob may have survived
But he lost his
Woah what an ending
Woah what a twist
Bob is gonna need to see a therapist
Woah what an ending
Woah
to ask you a few
questions, Ma'am. I understand you were almost devoured by the Ma'am. Is
that right, dragon?
Maiden: It was terrible. He breathed
who?
Be like what?
You picked up on all my traits
I picked up on all your hate
You picked up on all my traits
I picked up on all your hate
You picked it
Who we must assume
Is close to the Prime Minister
Ron and Reggie want something done
Bob Boothby breathes in Lady M's ear
Lady M sleeps with the PM
countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight,
And Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men,
Is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob.
With his kissar in
Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartless
Ruthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth yes
My God given talent is all that I can do best
Keep
a marital squabble
Available Bob'll
Be there with the glue
Who could we open up to
Secrets we keep from guess-who?
Who is so safe and who is so sound?
ain't just the deal
Why I'm in it for
My nigga pissed 'cause I ain't been to see him
I was in the lab
Working on my tape with Rich and Ian
By
merch
How do I know it's all going to turn out alright?
Who's your daddy?
Because every night I go to sleep and I have this dream
Is that ended?
this is happening, and its really important to understand who is the mole.
[ENDS]
orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man
nosh, nosh
IT crowd
Fuck your dick, shut up dick
Gonna hit it in a bit
Bruh
They're coming for us
Bruh
They're coming for us
Yeah
Yeah this PM is sus
trust in the one
The son who's claiming he won
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya
bust out your pencil
You can do it on your own
Stop thinking that these labels is the
Ones that put you on let's change the topic
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