Lyrics:
you stomp a weasel's guts right out So, come along and have a laugh Snap their weasely spines in half Grap your boots and stomp your cares away Hip hip
in his mind He's just as good as the weasely kind But 'round every corner he's likely to find I am Weasel You don't need pants for the victory
underwear The breezy and uneasy king of England The snivellin' grovellin' Measly weasely Blabberin' jabberin' Gibberin' jabberin' Blunderin' plunderin'
Weasely Time and time again I talk to myself, I go on and on and then Homie just stopped speaking, see Rapping from my soul My hand, it ain't reaching
sparrow jack Shack stack karta reh tu usko rearrange Lestrange me weasely dedu sheer pain Hear aid har gane me sukoon dekh Dilo pe chaap chodi log bars
drives me gay And no not faggot you weasely maggot And no not happy I mean astray 'Cause all these pompous buffoons did pray But'd never say till the end
mind He's just as good as the weasely kind But round every corner he's likely to find I am Weasel I am Weasel I am Weasel
with them Grizzlies Youngest in my city man I'm popping with them Grizzlies Shoutout J-Lloyd yeah Nigga got some weaselies Keeping it hunnit Like when
Motherfucker The snivellin', grovellin', Measly, weasely Blabberin', jabberin', Gibberin', jabberin' Blunderin', plunderin', Wheelin', dealin' Prince Donald,
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