Lyrics:
Eric Idle
GUARD #2 : ???
CONCORDE : Eric Idle
OLD CRONE : ???
ROGER (THE SHRUBBER) : Eric Idle
TIM (THE ENCHANTER): John Cleese
BROTHER MAYNARD: Eric
zits
Plus my whole home aroma is cat piss
Every show I do is poorly promoted
And if you like this it's cuz my little sister wrote it
I'm awesome!
No
The Aggies wants you back
Gary Busey wants you back
Walter Cronkite wants you back
Judge Roy Bean wants you back
Tim Duncan wants you back
Patrick Swayze
suit's and boots was the gear
Of fly bands and hip hop stars of the year
"Hey-ho" when rockin' on the
Street was the show
When the people clapped but they
I take precaution with my options because Im awesome bitch
Zip lock my Rollie I control it, attach it to my wrist (Yea, Yea, Yea)
Im up like zombies,
barely know my name
What I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thing
I'ma show so you know
Niggas either do or they don't
And bein'
this acrobat flippin thru the scenes
Vaseline on my teeth when I had to grin and bear it
Danny, Shawn, and Eric
Like totally dude
I don’t mean to be
a kilo, a apron, show me the stove
General electric, perfected, cooking them O's
No more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
Hoes, I
the days, I knew rap would never die
I used to listen to Awesome-2 on WHBI
I used to hear all kind of rap groups before sampling loops
Rappers wore
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation
Semtex, 279, Dr. Wax, Jason Eavre, HMV, Envy
What up, Envy? Get Real, Flex, Funk Master, Flex, yeah (Violet)
Can't forget E-Nyce, (Eric Lowe), the entire
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
You know son, my rap is awesome,
Listen the song,
Si Profu está en el lente, el error es tu visión,
Que acá hasta lo desprevenido is the good shot,
of stones
Sticks couldn't get to my bones
Sometimes the words I don't say
Echo from so far away
Awful words you whisper
Ain't the words I listen to
Awesome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
in her face, let it blow
Tell her ass it's bedtime, Tim and Eric show
I slave for the bread, light green, Neon Joe yo
Better pray before the head, call
weapon
Aint no half stepping
We coming full effect
Spitting dope rhymes over beats that break your neck
Don't sweat the teqnique like Rakim and Eric B
From
and clawed at
But I'm a fraud, I'm really terrified of all that
So I take it slow, do a great job, Tim and Eric
But I always was a terrible judge
police chief
And was conceived by Parker, Robert B
Oh and while Jesse Stone was getting big
You guested as a guy named Ivan Tiggs
In a courtroom show in
foney clips
Only thing worst than dealing some of you pricks is swallowing boney fish
I'm a simple man with a complex soul its a awesome gift
My bullet
Like yeah, shit yeah, isn’t it nice
Whole squad is up and we’re living that life
Show up to the spot with the lik
Take a shot, roll a spliff like
"My
life, Imma end up in a coffin
Coffin, coffing
Lean got me too high, head under it often
You think that I'm fucked up, I think that it's awesome
Go baby,
Uncle Tim you treated me like your kid, gave me my street smarts
Aunt Esthe, Aunt NaeNae and Kim, y'all some sweethearts
Ant, nigga, you know what it
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