Lyrics:
John: go! dig it!
You can give it if you got it
If you got it you can give it yeah! give it!
Well, you can give it if you got it
And if you got it
a major record company, named Bald-Headed John . . . King of the Plookers . . .
Father Riley B. Jones:
This is the story 'bout
Bald-Headed John
and taking funga lips Rada dirty
Niki pull'up Niki vumbi ndula dusty
Last king uliza Queen mi ni nasty
Dead serious tuko Lee funeral
All black going down hii
stank
How you feel
I'm dusty...super duper musty - I ain't took a shower bout 10 days, crusty. Uhh
I'm dusty..super duper musty - Looking like a pig,
to the crossroads
Sell your soul to gain power over
King of the mole people
Corrupted have your soul devoured
Rot from within you were tricked
John b leedleneiner
The Cast (in order of appearance [roughly]):
KING ARTHUR : Graham Chapman
PATSY : Terry Gilliam
GUARD #1 : Michael Palin
GUARD #2 : John Cleese
(hook)
Tried to help I’m so sorry
THINKING. YOU .WERE. EVER .SOLID
You a dusty hoe,
Get the fuck away from around me
You a dusty hoe (huh) dusty
what's my name?
John John John John John!
These niggas big maaaaaaad
I don't need no motherfucking wing Man
I just need a crib for a king man
I just
Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy
Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what
Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't
John Wayne’s more a saint than a cowboy
Horseback feels like just the right speed
And Grandad was an old-time 4-H plowboy
If that sounds like you,
Life is nothing but a dusty road
Doing hundred on it, Imma reach my fucking aim
I don’t even know da city code
Many men left offroad, I forgot their
with the king
Get down with the king
Get down with the king, king
I'm the man you see, in the place to be
I went to John Jay University
And since
living our best lives
Every time I see John's mom I stop and give her pipe
Cause fuck John, yeah, fuck King Pig
He's a petty motherfucker who touches
are living our best lives
Every time I see Johns mom I stop and give her pipe
Cause fuck John, yeah, fuck King Pig
He's a petty motherfucker who
is
Tree sprout eyes gosh pit portal potty river of people dusty tribal bitches lion king yoda
Magic blanket super hero wristwatch crying painting
that you brought back skull trooper
I will never ever ever ever ever buy some vbucks
I get the kills in dusty
It's like I'm king of dusty
So you can tell
baguettes, niggas is this and that
I'm just the best, puttin all violence to rest
Between Latin Kings, the bloods los sangres, blood in Spanish
So many
Goin' tell you a story, stick around
A man I know found us out
John Lee Hooker, he's the boogie king
If you have music, hear it ring
John Lee
Drop Top, John Gotti
Cocaine, John Gotti
Fuck a bitch, John Gotti
Fashion Week, John Gotti
John Gotti, John Gotti, John Gotti, John Gotti
John Gotti,
I've got a dusty old pile of vinyl records sittin' on my floor
I've played each one of 'em over and over a dozen times or more
All I've got is
John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town, a small town king
He holds court in a corn
Hail King John
Rapha-EL... Micha-El's Son
No love for Micha-El's Jack son
You should know how the story began
I bud... in the Ark where I'm hatching
I'm the king
I floss rings, the new John Mickens
I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitching
From New York to Richmond, my shine is sickening
Ice
baguettes, niggas is this and that
I'm just the best, puttin all violence to rest
Between Latin Kings, the bloods los sangres, blood in Spanish
So many
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