Lyrics:
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
Intro
Chorus
Party to your next door
Babe girl I wan f*ck
Babe girl let’s have fun
Babe girl come front
A Part to your next door
Babe girl
Yo, I said back up on my body shit
Like I ain't' even body it
The Maserati doors flip back
Like a karate kick
I got to get that and party with that
we gon' charge, we gon' stomp, we gon' march
Through the swamp, we gon' mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c'mon)
All
dropped off
(Gettin' dropped off)
(Gettin' dropped off)
(Gettin' dropped off)
(Gettin' dropped off)
Ring, ring, ring on the doorbell of the next door
Two (Three)
Shoes off at the door
When she walk all on my marble floor
I like I'm supposed to
Black dreads hangin' off my niggas, out the
No walk
he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he
Dance the night away
Black night angel mercy
River running dry
UV sun keep burning
From the Budweiser sky
Half drunk party glasses
With nothing left
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
house party, all night.
[Outro: Both]
When the sun begins to rise,
And we bid the night goodbye.
We'll remember this spooky spree,
Until next Halloween,
raised as he walked through the door
And took an empty seat next to her at the bar
"my brand new car is parked right outside. how'd ya like to go for
raised as he walked through the door
And took an empty seat next to her at the bar
"my brand new car is parked right outside, how'd ya like to go for
Party's over, shut it down,
I'm huntin' for someone y'all
He's a lyin' thievin'rattlesnake
and he's broken every law
He's terrorized the lives
of men
Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is reality the truth,
Never, by any means necessary better
Get up off your ass and get my money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep, when I brandish this .45th
You
cleared away, on the floor lay a man
Feleena's young lover, had shot down another
And he had to leave there, so out through the back door he ran.
The next
thangs on your dome
Hittin up my enemies, mad doggin em with a heart full of stone
Blam blam! Kickin yo' door down, throw down, dirty and low down
It's
plastic surgery.
Went from 34B to 36 double D.
Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party.
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis.
MVP, we
and bags on the floor by the decks
Me next to DJ, I carry the swing
[Incomprehensible] as he exercising
Everybody moving as a unified swing
Gentle up
Coming through the door with a black cloak
And a nasty sharp instrument
That nasty sharp instrument
That nasty sharp instrument
I won't go till I'm
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
When we do come through, you better lock doors (pause!)
The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see? We cop raw
a lot of it but I still want more
(It's an Ed Hardy party) If I see it in the shop then I walk through the door
(It's an Ed Hardy party) I've got a lot
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