Lyrics:
Hey Gxkuto
Lil girl ask me where I'm from
I said Myanmar , golden land
Yea ugh
I'm handsome Burmese star
Hot wind like Baudelaire
Say what you want I
just loved a woman
Got scared he'd start a family
Like, who moves like a dodging Burmese tiger?
So graciously
Her boyfriend wishes, he could be a porn
in the query of
In Burmese right on the calling
The calling
You have a right to say it
From the law of the planes and the prams
Inevitable
here you are boy
here you are
here you are boy
here you are
here you are boy
here you are
I tip to Bengal
tip tp Somal
i tip to Burmese
awaits is bleak
We've finally swallowed
More than we can eat
And now will explode like
That Burmese python
That ate the alligator
Because greed is poison
at night
I know just what you are
It's not a Burmese pony
It's not a dying death wish
Or a child that's raised by Kony
I know just what you want
Bowler Hat!
By Toothpaste tube!
By Burmese Cat!
By Baby Newts!
By Autumn Leaves!
By George! By Jove! By Jeeves!
Behold how Jeeves, with sleight
the English claim
The earth that they give rise to
Such hilarity and mirth
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit
here with the MTV
And your bloated, Burmese cat
We're being treated to the wisdom
Of some puffed up little fart
Doing exactly what I used to do
the English claim
The earth that they give rise to
Such hilarity and mirth
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit
Capricorns, I got Virgos (Virgos)
Tall black shit (Woah) , Burmese Virgos
This a CAT scan, she's a squirter (Squirt)
I'ma kill that pussy, murder, ho
Make that
He-he-he-he-he-he-he
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it
In Rangoon the heat
the Spa Motel.
The real mould.
Who makes the Nazis?
Benny's cob-web eyes!
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad-bias TV
Arena badges
BBC, George Orwell, Burmese
He-he-he-he-he-he-he
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it
In Rangoon the heat
In Rangun
We know your faces
Come out and die
And welcome the
Tourists under the
Burmese sky
But tomorrow Christine and
Me feel just the same
Without
bitch
Burmese babies under each arm
Screamin' beautiful songs
The cray cray ultra contrarion
Havin' conversations
With your car alarm
When you
on my sleeve
Rather having you begging on your knees
Mentally I'm a pitbull, your a maltese
Got my rap up, Call me burmese
Sick as fuck like
Venereal
Come feast your eyeballs
Ugly on it, I fuck with that beat
I'ma keep the lights off
Kid got that mic on squeeze
Burmese python
That demon that be in your
I don't want to be the one to say
The Burmese hearts are occupied with hate
I don't want to be there when the detonate
The DPRK and world awaits
you got all those diseases
I got psychokinesis
You going to wear a kameez
Why you speak so bad Burmese
Why you such a waste man
It's so bait fam
That
you got all those diseases
I got psychokinesis
You going to wear a kameez
Why you speak so bad Burmese
Why you such a waste man
It's so bait fam
That
out your hand
Welcome to my land
Put her there ape
Burmese squeeze
Meet your fate of damned
I give, you take from sand
Here's a shovel
Now go dig
Marie's Buccaneers
Burmese hissing in my ear
On my knees wishing these trees
Would put my mind at at ease
My kind grab the nine to unwind
In the lab I
through the Burmese mud
Quartered way out here where their blood doesn't get on your TV
You'll never see
Blue suits. Blue suits
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