Lyrics:
The Cast (in order of appearance [roughly]):
KING ARTHUR : Graham Chapman
PATSY : Terry Gilliam
GUARD #1 : Michael Palin
GUARD #2 : John Cleese
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
Joseph! Don't fuck the baby!
Joseph Smith, don't fuck the baby!
Suddenly the clouds parted
And Joseph Smith was visited by God!
Joseph Smith, do not
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
busy
Effective, putting shit in the proper perspective
[Parrish Smith]
Strapped with the gat, busting caps across the map
Yo the crew's back,
(psycho!)
Put a hundred thousand in a bible (Bible!)
Damn, wait gold teeth, dance like Michael (Michael!)
Man, this nigga on like a lightbulb (lightbulb!)
Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier ('Tier)
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair (chair)
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my
the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat's here
Vintage Hermes by Jean Paul Gaultier
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair
I run the point, you bitches just go
attack us
Jack shit suave more debonaire about your black ass
Slick pose with another gold hit
By self eliminate a motherfucker whole click
All
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
weapon, no opposition steppin'
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons
okay
Don't drive when you mad you gon road rage
This bitch on my dick she go both ways
At 20 no prime in my gold age
Bellaire some fine wine w sum Rosè
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my
the flesh, this a biblical covenant
Shit is repugnant, sicker than ever
Lift the Beretta like I'm fightin' the zombie
Will Smith in the leather
Bitch I
Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run
you can check my health
No I don't like the help
Go for gold Michael Phelps
So it's so funny to me, ha
LOLOL
I'm the best on the shelf
I'm obsessed with
then we hit Miami then we hit another state
Using bitches like a punchin’ bag
Fuck em like I’m Mr Smith, then I’m out and I’m gone
Treat that nigga
AGNES DEI Lyrics & Music by Michael W. Smith
WORTHY Lyrics & Music by Don Moen
From the recording: Offerings, Track #4.
Alleluia, Alleluia
For our
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
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