Lyrics:
thotty
I'm so Connecticut, I'm so snobby
I'm checking these hoes but my level no lobby
By the way I'm Danny Evans
Mucho Gusto
Hola, Hola!
How ya doing
orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man
reached his hand
To try and touch a machine not made by man
But the gravity it made he could not withstand
And man I wish I'd seen it
Bob Lazar
Bob Lazar
with screams
There's a world of CREAM
If all goes correct we can stash supreme
Feed the fiend 'cause that's the way it was meant to have been
You
never die
I wanted to tell you
But I never got to say goodbye
Evan, you could always bring a grin to my face
And to this day there is no one who could
Of fashion and flair
Have Bob and Danny Zarem (22) fly down
The older set'll need a pet
So who do you get well Danny has a granny
(23) who's the talk
need a half-back Bobby boy
Who can run?
There's a man to see you in the office Jack
Bob, I'm going home I've had a rotten day (you are home, Jack)
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
the chicken-heads... be quiet
hey ladies fatman scoop, faith evans sing along c'mon
(Faith Evans)
I never new there was love,
love like this before
(Fatman Scoop)
all
quiet
All the chicken-heads... be quiet
Hey ladies fatman scoop, faith evans sing along c'mon
(Faith Evans)
I never new there was love,
Love like this
Idle
SECOND BROTHER: Michael Palin
Scene 1
[wind]
[clop clop]
ARTHUR: Whoa there!
[clop clop]
GUARD #1: Halt! Who goes there?
ARTHUR: It is I,
people who ain't believe in me
Laws lying on my name keep saying I'm guilty
What it do
Shout out to the city
Just call me Ali
You don't know me by Lijah
your stomach like some heavy pasta
It's comfort food, that Cracker Barrell, that Bob Evans
We all want to eat just different ideas of extra gravy
And in
what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob
Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who
Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get
an Evans
Don't call me by any other name
Unless it's HighTy, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yde
I guess it's time for you to realize who I am
Yeah, here I go, here I go
to control my moves
But I sat back and watched the time go by smooth
Wise guy attitude these are bow tie blues
There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
at the top
Been cruising through this town for months on months
I need to re up
For everyone
Who plays their part
The mission has failed
Now let's
they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob
Show ''em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who
Show 'em what they won, n****s talkin s*** get
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
neighbour anyway
Shades of brilliance, the resilience sheer
Clear, have no fear
Do I have to keep telling you dear
I'm the Andrew Cameron Evans of this rap
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
And I knew there was a problem, I still didn't know what it was even after he...I, I fucked! I fucking fucked up!
Steve: I know that. Look, it's like...
because 'e fucked me right up. N' I knew there was a problem, I still didn' know what it was even after 'e...I, I fucked!
Steve: I know that. Look, it's
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