Lyrics:
friends foreboding and dread
Hell's Gate under race car bed
Show & Tell, young Will had Medusa's head
Eyes rimmed red, hard day's night
False skin shed by
Cleese
SIR GALAHAD : Michael Palin
SIR ROBIN : Eric Idle
GOD : ???
FRENCH GUARD : John Cleese
MINSTREL : ???
LEFT HEAD : Terry Jones
MIDDLE HEAD : Graham
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mi middle center
Buddy head, it haffi big 'round di perimeter
Long like twenty-five centimeter
It haffi long to di length a mi tape measurement
If
go whatever lengths to win the race
And if I fail, it's gonna make me rage
I am superior
You'd never hear me say, that I fear
'Cause I'm here to be
you've found another pair
And the difference is astounding, I should expect, except
Leave the rest at arm's length
Keep your naked flesh under your
you've found another pair
And the difference is astounding, I should expect, except
Leave the rest at arm's length
Keep your naked flesh under your
Kush ina me head
Kush ina me head
Me want it fi the length of day
Once me da yah fire must get blaze
Once me da yah fire must get blaze
Legalize
a tear off mi garments
And a bawl fi come inna mi apartment, woi
The gyal dem want the length and strength
Action speak louder than argument, well
Dem
you've found another pair
And the difference is astounding, I should expect, except
Leave the rest at arm's length
Keep your naked flesh under your
percolator
To screw my head on straighter
And make myself feel sane for the day ahead
People comment on the length of the hair on my head
Correlating with
entourage, I came with the guys
Bro frеsh home, bought a skeng again (Big thing)
Had to saw the ting, it had thе length again
Done man, get away, intelligent
It's a working man l am
And I've been down under ground
And I swear to God if l ever see the sun
Or for any length of time
I can hold it in my
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
at an arm's length, need to get as far away
From all this shit yea, I'd run if I can
My legs are breaking under me
Wanna feel again
Slowly start to realize I
tribe on my back
I wont back down I can't fail
Bifrost under pressure baby keep that shit cool
Know they think they know me
What they knew is old news
Monsters stuck in your head Monsters under your bed
We are, we are monsters, oh-oh We are, we are monsters, oh-oh
In the darkness of my mind I'm
a tear off mi garments
And a bawl fi come inna mi apartment, woi
The gyal dem want the length and strength
Action speak louder than argument, well
Dem
it takes
I'll go to whatever lengths
It's gonna make me a monster though
I am phenomenal
But I never say, oh, it's impossible
'Cause I'm gonna be
Ain't nun to snitch on if you use ya head
Cause I ain't with that stupid shit
That groupie shit
That Wanna make a movie shit
Take a flick
make it quick
corn
I'm so violent and sick in the head
I can't tell if I want to kill my ops or fuck 'em
Zaza got me feeling like everything going to be alright
black!"
Sipping on cham', diamonds on her hand
Taking cash, carrying drugs for her man
Driving around in a kitted up Jetta
Under the seat a automatic
good
Wen yuh feel de length a de hood
Shoob mi a shoob mi hood
Under de moonlight
Look inna de stars while your skirt dem a fly high
Aye, aye,
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