Lyrics:
Michael Comerford
Stanley Unwin
Peter Parker
Ted Moult
Herman Creedler
Patrick Moore
Nicky Tube
Franz Beckenbauer
Uncle Mac
Geoffrey Boycott
Sherpa Tensing
to meet you Spinner
Little Peter better get Bruce Banner
Web shooter? Better run
then I'm busting in and I win
Get smacked up, this is my city, better back
They don't want these hands
Hit you with the taijutsu
Like I'm Brock lee
Momma kept me healthy
I eat my broccoli
Kick you up a flying lotus
You know
Eddie Brock, Peter Parker
Le retour de Pépé Anglais
Le Z, le film
Est-ce réel? Je n'sais pas
La toupie tournera ou s'arrêtera
Continuer tout
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o'hearn (bass,
or is it? Is it not?
You're trash Brock
Excuse me?
You're pictures are fake!
Peter Parker my mind getting darker
Don't want no lager
Usain Bolt I'm
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o'hearn (bass,
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o'hearn (bass,
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o'hearn (bass,
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o'hearn (bass,
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o'hearn (bass,
Hans Peter Eckermann, woot jeboore en Bonn
Zehn Johr nohm Kreech, als 'nem Drucker singe dritte Sohn
Sing Mutter kohm, vun drövve, uss Breslau
Wo
Verse:
I’m Peter Parker
Need my Mary Jane
High up off the novacane
Swinging through the city
Tryna ease the pain
Swerving in and out the lane
Is
Call me Peter Parker cuz I'm never really at home
You stuck on the block probably feenin on my old hoes
Nowdays they on me but I don't even want
brincos
La fuerza del big bang golpeando mi sien
Me siento Peter pan volando hacia el big ben
Al final si pude ver a un Hada nacer
Cuando como un bebé reí
it hate it, hate it all!
I'm a gravedigger
Underground nigga
Dudes nowadays got no dick, with bitches they scissor
I'm like Eddie Brock
You more like
Refrão - Tipo Peter Parker eu tô fudendo a Mary Jane
Acho que eu exagerei na dose de codein
Empilhando racks, só nota de cem
Dono do aranha
from the bong
Peter Parker sense of right and wrong
Sent my mixtape to my mom
Proud of me, now I won
She ain't listen to the lyrics yet
Hope she doesn't
like Brock, let's go toss, catchin' a fade like Moss
Writing these bars like I'm Sylvia Plath
Feeling this car and I'm feeling this Raf
Hangin with hoes,
can taste posey
Glass scale and a pot
Rip to pop homie see you at the top
Me and millions lane to lane in a drop
Spiders back to back like Peter park
of the mountain
Catch me in that Commy, I'm Peter brock
call you a doctor ain't talking Dre
you still stuck up in the streets like a stray
You send shots in lyrics
of a leviathan
I don't have as many muscles as Eddie Brock
But all the bitches love me once they see my cock
Like a cop car I approach her from the rear
Leave her
tellin me his business
Leave his ass bloody glock popping some cherries
Niggas heard poof so I'm sliding in a Chevy
If foo' Peter Parker then I'm finna
I was ever on TV
Shout out to Peter Rosenberg
Shout out to Funk Flex
(Shout out to Cipha Sounds)
Shout out to y'all
Shout out to Carly Hustle for
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