Lyrics:
smiling?
(Cardboard cut-outs)
Oh, why do I feel so alone when all of us are here?
Living vicariously through a bright, white screen is leaving an imprint
You're a gym (teacher)
You're a Cancer and I expect a little shit
I'm a fifty year old man and I like it
I got a three foot rock hard on
But I'm too busy
of some solid advice
There's a painfully simple solution
It's as plain as the nose on your face
By Gad!
By Gosh!
By Heck!
By Gum!
By Rabbit's Foot!
By
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
Why ninjas cannot fuck wit' me (Let's go)
Feudal Lord wit' cavalry
Oda Nobunaga my saga move quick with strategy (Three steps ahead)
Try embarkin'
A soft fuzzy blanket that's chartreuse
A full-size grill for barbecues
A cardboard cutout of Tom Cruise
Wood
To burn
A full time paid intern
Some yarn
blanket that's chartreuse
A full-size grill for barbecues, a cardboard cutout of Tom Cruise
Wood to burn, a full time paid intern
Some yarn, a fern, my
One, two, three...
BILLY the Mountain
BILLY the Mountain
A regular picturesque
Postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely
Rosamond and Gorman
we
F**k with my crew you go the cemetary (Ha!!!!)
Haters wanna war, war with we
F**k with my crew you go down six foot deep (Ha!!!!)
[Verse 1:]
various heads of state) votes will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most
importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets
Right where his 'foot' was supposed to be.
Now, billy the mountain, he couldn't believe it!
All those postcards he'd posed for, for over these years,
different cops searched me
They wound up taking three of our numbers to jail, and then when they left, I casually
Moved my right foot to the side a couple
Resting my foot on yo head I just conquered yo land had to slaughter yo clan now yo fans is my fans abide chain of command while you swallow them
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by
wit' us, I'll put a foot up yo ass
Collect calls from the pen so I catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches
And if
Heat the gas to ignite that hate
We the by the fireplace
See the ash and revive that pain
Me and Shaggs gon' annihilate
Dilate, we cannibals, famished
Quincy McCall
I need a bag dream about shit I ain't had
Porsches and rollies and Jags I'm just speaking facts
Keeping my foot on the gas
If you ain't first
deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
'cause I'm filthy
message on the street, sun setting
Marker on a piece of cardboard, “Never felt better”
People pass by, I question my existence
What am I here to do if I
the projects
Foot soldiers by thousands
Motha fuckaz can't get in
With out an appointment
If you finna try
Best holla at my lawyer
Death before dishonor
You know
the projects
Foot soldiers by thousands
Can't get in
With out an appointment
If you finna try
Best holla at my lawyer
Death before dishonor
You know my stiiz
Jot
autobahn inertia dance
And curb them herped love bugs by the cursed final curtain clamp
Another savior with his foot cold stuck in his mouth
I play that
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