Lyrics:
Brian David Gilbert
A man so charismatic a single first name could not wish to bare the weight of so much charm
But how can we use his teachings
D r m f s l t d ooo
Baby girl I want you to know
D r m f s l t d ooo oh oh
I say me love you heaven know oh
D r m f s l t d ooo
Baby girl I want you
All hail King Brian
Who conquered Ossory
He paved the way for Ireland
In the name of unity
But then did come the Northmen
Those savages were bold
head good, pussy great
Brian Doyle, ask your bitch how my dick taste
F-F-Fuck a beat, Smoke Supreme beat a case
Police tried to lock me up for smoking
right through you
John Deacon
And I'm in your room
And I'm in your bed
And I'm in your life
And I'm in your head
Like C.I.A.
Or the F
Line em' up and shoot em' down
The fema camps are in your town
Put a chip inside your brian
World leaders make you insane
Under walmarts in your
Much love to the F&F crew
Bryce, (yeah) Gemini, Shayla G
Pro, Soundtrakk, Jason Salvador
Simon, Bishop G, Bran Dog
G-ball, G-Ball, yeah!
All
I'll mention all
Don't talk to me when I'm off the wall
Lost my mind a bit
Now I'm back
On call
This a sonic bop mother-f**ker
Take a lift bone crusher
turn up,
Wey dey pup champagne we Dey form boss
We Dey f up dem set trap say we go fuck up
You Dey form boss
Tree near tree monkey dey jump up
the night
You still got the rest of your life
What's your love what's your gender
Is it Brian, is it Brenda
Without fear, without doubt
Just try out
I was
Who Killed Brian Jones?
Was it a member of the Rolling Stones? Maybe
I'm thinking maybe it was you
Who killed J.F.K.?
Was it a member of the CIA?
I
Got you f***ing all these bitches all night long
Like your name was Brian Long
Not that Bryon Long
I'm talking about the, that Brian Long
Don't know
and titties, Sex and the City
Weezy F Baby and the "F" is for "forget it"
I'm loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
Up in some fine dime, then she give me
It's do or die, yeah it's do or die
F U haters, I'm your killer, I am certified
I'm a strong believer all humans deserve to fly
No excuses, it's
s*** ain't spinning back
Me and my n***** gone run up the bread
We could give like two f**** what you said
Brody gone let off some shots at his head
But
(Okay Joe that's fye!)
(Shybalenci)
Ayye
F-A-C-A-D-E facade
We caught dat boy at da bustop
Yo bitch saw da kid she said wassup
How you 4 deep ain't
the enemy stay out of sight
I'm kickin' and whippin' and trappin' the white
The birds, they flyin' and singin' like Brian McKnight
Hunnit bands on your head,
F.A.T. goose
Insanity? Can it be vanity? Where's the humanity
In havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee?
Straightjacket with a hundred
F.A.T. goose
Insanity? Can it be vanity? Where's the humanity
In havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee?
Straightjacket with a hundred
Missing a doubt. Ahead of the pack
Sever heads. Heavy attack
Ready as ever on every track
Backed up my talk with this action WOAHH
Ayo i N f then OHH
Just
[The voices you hear on Evil Dildo were taken from
Brian's answer machine...]
Hey motherf**ker, I'm after you. I know where you live.
I will f
Como empezamos
By Los Del Trap
Yea sirr y jálate compa Brian
SMACK THAT S**T Compa J
Me prendemos un gallito
Ando bien grifando
Las bosinas
old whites (pause)
PGP with the Russian and Brian, out with the guys when shots go flyin
Moretime when she hold this wap, she thinkin we tight like her
right through you
John Deacon
And I'm in your room
And I'm in your bed
And I'm in your life
And I'm in your head
Like C.I.A.
Or the F
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