Lyrics:
sacco di stronzi da eliminare, Watson è elementare
Brillo all'orecchio e al collo da quando ero alle elementari
Da quando ero in prima media fumo queste
mon cher Watson !
Saturne manque pas d'idée pour torturer les clodos, ils ont même inventé un nouveau banc de métro
Qui les empêche, quel progrès, de
dentista a veces tiene caries
Un descuido y pierdes, no haces caso
Empiezas a sondar a Mr. Randy Watson
Tu chica en mí ha visto algo
Pero esa puerta yo
wie Gangsterbosse
Meine Ex stalkt mich seit letzter Woche
Doch sie schauspielert wie Emma Watson
Gebe Gas wie Steve McQueen
Live-Konzerte,
I know I never was
You've always been the Jenny to my Watson Twins
Can't land the harmony but we'll keep singing it
No photographic artifact but
the toughest mother fucker you ever see in France
Clap your hands, flip niggas like I flip the thousands
Fast records have me going fast like Watson
Bitch
jutro niedziela, a, a, a-ha
Ona pyta: "Co będzie teraz?"
Nie wiem, może obejrzymy Harrego Pottera?
Emma Watson, wyczaruję jej nowy kosmos
Niemanieba i
bite wingardium devant Emma Watson
Pas très Charlie celle-là faut qu'tu la back
Les rappeurs s'inclinent, Tupac m'a demandé pardon
Avale, avale, c'est
Inside, outside, up, right, down
Southside 'round 91st and Cottage Grove
I done seen a lot of failure, still I found myself a lot of goals
Watson gate
A dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs
Mrs. watson talks with someone who's been dead for years
A sickly smell of urine rising from her
friends and babys that for sho
just like Watson, Hailee, Baby Tash and Joe
so we never talked about that late snack with van man
we rather talk about
a dream
Imagine sacred sights were left to be
Imagine if true activists controlled tv
Imagine captain watson had the final say
Imagine if industry just
friends and babys that for sho
just like Watson, Hailee, Baby Tash and Joe
so we never talked about that late snack with van man
we rather talk about
Watson what is that sound (come on man)
Clay Ave. what is that sound (tell me somethin' man)
L.E.S. what is that sound (I need to know man)
Westville
elementary dear
Elementary, Watson, Elementary
Ahh
I ain't no pictue on your fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Where will you stand?
With you, Mr. Watson, I'll be proud to stand with you!
God bless the next Governor of Georgia!
Yes, I see through the fog
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