Lyrics:
Look, here comes the jerk !
See the guy with the fakey smile,
Talkin' to my girl in a friendly style.
He thinks he's quite the flirt,
She'd
Run across the land
Four legs, and two while hanging
I'm a modern gay man
Yeah
You must not be from around here boy
Plank walk
You look a little
can't wait to pay my sin tax
Penetrate your brain, swinging like a pickaxe
Never settled so I'm always on my zig zag
Keep it fresh, got my bars stored in
The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
But the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut,
Which
for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts
take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her Ghost said,
My name was hidden somewhere in the back of my brain
I didn't know before my head was drained
And all I could hear was that name
I erased
through old pine
Symbiomedome
Untramelled by the bloodlines
Symbiomedome
Come in closer
We'll offer our hand but here be warned
You might find us macabre
Tryin' to get my niggas in the den he walked by
Hold his stoony up
Hole in his "Chest" like Cody "Nutt"
Smoking his cess, he blow it up
As if schemed
Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it, read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me, will you please?
(One who acts
belong here and it isn't just the unforgiving gaze
Of the fluorescent lighting fires in my head
I think a roadkilled cat is a crucifixion, an offer
drivin' reckless and aggressive
Fueled by our false perceptions- our methods need corrections-
Spittin venom in their face and violate the ones we should
of this World
A miracle in modern times
That's you and me I swear to God.
A celebration symphony
Played out by Angels from above.
Like the sands
happen
When you think of a gang of real niggas spendin' money
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who came in here bought anything they wanted
Ah the blues
The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg
In fact every musician's leg
Tryin' to kick it off baby?
No no.
Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your
master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here.
GUARD #1: Listen, in order to maintain
One life, I'm gonna live it up
I'm takin' flight, I said, "I'll never get enough"
Stand tall, I'm young and kind of proud
I'm on the top, but
And enough is enough
Let me respond
I'm The Big English
And I'm here to say
Like it or not
I'm here to stay
Professionalism demands
That I keep my cool
But my
where your mouth is
Put 'em in a field and let 'em fight it out
I'm running so fast my feet don't touch the ground
I'm a stranger here I'm going down
been studying so hard, we've been doing all the work
We've been going up and down, learning every English word
We've been having so much fun, we are free
The holding of this literal defense line in the Western Pacific is entirely dependent upon holding all segments Thereof
For any major breach of that
Everywhere I'm opening it up, they kill it raw
Math here, I got 'em keep coming back for more
Man, I'm so turned up, all the marijuana burned up
Y'all don't
beating my brains
No more beating my brains
With liquor and drugs
With liquor and drugs.
Well, I'm just a modern girl
Of course, I've had it in my
One might think we got equal rights
In our modern country
Look close, you’ll see that we don’t shine
Not even here we succeed
Where are the good
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