Lyrics:
wall)
(He tore his clothes out the door)
I ran out on the street in my stockinged feet
Tell the police I've been robbed
If you don't come back (If
it's fake
Problem is diet's not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want
know it's fake
Problem is diet's not a big enough word
I want to be so skinny that I rot from view
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave
rapid wings
Curious soul
I kiss the sand with stockinged feet
I hope for winds to swallow me
I chew my knuckles
I enquire
It feels like earth but it is
day
In a street where broken buildings fall
on burning people ten feet tall
on stockinged knees, not all, not all
Just those who fight in bonfire
I'm a demon, your best friend
you're my partner in bed & in crime
all the way to the end
you're innocent and sinful
at the same time
There is nothing
take my heat
Fireball flow can't bat in my league
I'm the best rapper that's been slept on
Stick around like gum that's been stepped on
Stepped on, I
hard and I
Just want to tell all the kids
Out there, all the Macho Maniacs, to stay
In school and say no to drugs, yeah
I love pants and I love feet
feet
J's on my feet
So get like me
I be in the club standing on the couch
In them Wolf Greys like it's my house
Drinking out the bottle, I got no
the crease"
"6 feet deep in the crease"
"6 feet deep in the crease"
"6 feet deep in the crease"
Thunder, thunder from the one
The original one
Watch my feet Ya dig! I'm back up in this muhfuh Watchin' me watch your back up in this muhfuh Watch these hoes with they back up in this muhfuh I make it
The Cast (in order of appearance [roughly]):
KING ARTHUR : Graham Chapman
PATSY : Terry Gilliam
GUARD #1 : Michael Palin
GUARD #2 : John Cleese
(yeah)
Get up on your feet
Never been the one for backing down
I keep it steady, ready, if somebody at me now
Well, life is funny, so sometimes you
Wake up, first thing I do is SmellCheck
When I am stinky and I make the socks dead
Fly in the sky, I am big bare feet
Call my footi friends, we smell
I got no shoes on
I got my feet in the grass
You say I got what you need
Maybe, but
You need what I lack
I got my feet in the grass
I got my feet in
O two left feet, two left feet
How can you dance with two left feet
Two left feet, two left feet
How can you dance with two left feet
I love
Oh two left feet, two left feet
How can you dance with two left feet
Two left feet, two left feet
How can you dance with two left feet
I love
feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
Well you say I'm faking
And I say don't worry
The way that I bubble
There's something in the make,
Dancing, dancing
My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing
My feet keep dancing, dancing
My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing
I need some help,
Dancing, dancing
My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing
My feet keep dancing, dancing
My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing
I need some help,
feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
Well you say I'm faking
And I say don't worry
The way that I bubble
There's something in the make,
feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
Well you say I'm faking
And I say don't worry
The way that I bubble
There's something in the make,
I can't outrun my feelings
While racing in the street
I can't outrun my loneliness
I can't outrun my feet
Feet
Victor the hedgehog
Feet, feet
Feet
And keep it real we try yet and still we die
Out in the battle field but
Don't nobody feel me
While these niggas run they mouth
I'm a run this city so feet
_26.jpg/300px-Six_Feet_Under_at_Hatefest_(Martin_Rulsch)_26.jpg "Six Feet Under")
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