Lyrics:
Sing with Dick Powell ride with Tom Mix,
Just Go To The Movies, just go to the flicks.
Vicariously you are flying down to Rio.
Share the marquee with
happened to Dick Cheney?
Donald Rumsfeld? Colin Powell?
What happened to the Yankee war criminals?
cuss, bust
Kickin' up dust is a must
I can't trust, a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a unicorn
Born, wicked, Laurence, Powell, foul
Cut
Better cut that shit out right now
My evil twin might bite down
He got golden fangs and they iced out
And I'll send em at you like Colin Powell
I
to shit
Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard
My tongue is out and shit
Run you dick suckers, keep me out that bitch
Before I spazz and squirt
And I’m
to entertain at chez nous (27)
Where everyone could see
My new celebrity is you
Toast Dick and Barbara Carroll (28)
Dick is for apparel barbara plays a barrel
Feeling like it's time to take the rugger out the safe
Moping while I ménage but these bitches love the steeze
Sad boy with some good dick ask your homegirl
And they say, and they say
(21st-century schizoid man)
Colin Powells, Austin Powers
Lost in translation with a whole fuckin' nation
They say I was
couldn't have been 'Smith' or
'Jones' or 'Bush' or 'Powell'
That wasn't your name
They don't have those kind of names
Where you and I came from
No what was
the streets runnin wild
And tied to this car it was Officer Colonel Colin Powell
And bein that bitch-made's was the first to go
Pete Wilson was on the side
going, say the goings well, go figure, Victor's light skinned
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God, God knows
He's a pro, he's
amount to shit
Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard my tongue is out and shit
Run you dick suckers, keep me out that bitch
Before I spazz
light skinned
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell
All praise to the God
God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL
Check, checkmate, check me
Take
the Mule
Winston Churchill, Robin Hood
Beatrix Potter, Baden-Powell
Beecham's powders, Yorkshire pud (Yorkshire pud)
With Billy Bunter, Jane Austen
girl and she wanna be top hoe
She callin' me daddy like I bussed in her mom tho
Niggas be tweakin' you trustin' a thot yo
They all Celine Powell's, they
A putrid, long, stinky piece that's brown like Colin Powell
Come on baby, light my fire (suck my dick)
Come on baby, light my fire (show me your tits)
Limbaugh, get that pig with an axe
Tuffy dips to the side, buckin cannons that's phat
Because he censors the uses of the metaphor
You can get the dick bum
can
Million Man March all the way to December
January, Feburary 28th
I, never, wash my hands
The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick
But
Rob a bitch N***a
So I guess it's my envy bitch
Yo bitch ate this dick
I guess it's that gluttony bitch
Coupe with the tinted getting dome
From
the whole dick
And if the babs pull us over baby can you hold it
My lil feets like to take the road trips
And I Aint fucking on the bitch pussy lips got no
Can it be?… Solenya.
I’m pickle Rick and I’m back Bitch.
Cricket legs, and a Rat dick.
I’m a star, like Patrick.
Big belly busty bitches.
In
me ass an eviction
And I'm not mad cause I get it
To kill the black man off so early
That's a practical ending
I just want a bad bitch up on my dick
Powell, Ross Spencer
I found, my lost temper
Why this conquest, life as a contest?
All bets off if you die in a bomb fest
Islanders weep and they’re wiped
money I
Call that shit a paystamp
Smack my dick on ya honey
I call that bitch a great tramp
Great whore, who cares
I call that shit a great score spit
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