Lyrics:
Sabotage massage rap bandit at large
Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans
Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene
Call it chopped meat, cause
The pews will be full today
Mr. Howell cranks up his plow
His blades'll clear the way
[Verse 2:]
It's Christmas day
And the pecan pies are bakin'
Mothers
full today
Mr. Howell cranks up his plow
His blades'll clear the way
It's Christmas day
And the pecan pies are bakin'
Mothers say
"It's the givin' not
(Porter Howell/Dwayne O'Brien)
(Track 6 - Time 3:29)
She cries and tells me she needs your love
And that's she's not giving up so easily
She
leather
I fell like I hit my lil kid's inhaler
Franklin, Benjamins, cakes, Entenmann's
Thirsty like Howell trappin' with Gilligan
Never could mimic him,
along with me,
Back to the southern streets,
I saw old Peg Leg Howell,
His gang was making quite a sound,
I heard Bo Carter wail,
And that
Money, Money, money, money
Imitating Mr howell jim Backus
"Hey Gilligan, my boy success is the word!"
I'm going to travel by jet
To the south
and them cynical
Pinnacle it was the place of Leonard Howell
Them think seh Rastafari would throw in the towel
A never so it go, look how much herb legal in
Natasha
Mrs. McGillicuddy
How could she?
Ginger, Mary Ann, Mrs. Howell
Samantha Stevens, Lieutenant Uhura
Judy Jetson
Olive Oyl, Ethel Mertz
And he breaks into the Professor's lab and makes some LSD
Peaks freaks and eats the Skipper's brains then beats Ginger with coconuts
As Mr. Howell
me young Thurston Howell the Third
And that's my word
I'm a swang, I'm a swerve
I'm a park and scrape the curve
Why when I'm not high does my
bench during regulations
6 figures 10 years later, who really playin'
Movin' on met some real homies my undergrad
From da Howell Dorm to da Townhouse
We went from I'm Sean Bell, to Justin Howell
I put my hands up they shoot me like I'm Mike Brown
I took a knee like Oscar Grant they still blew me down
on my fucking level, chump
Also those at Howell, and I'm forgetting Brantley
But this is not about them so you can look at me blankly
I don't have a Plan
You can get hype with the beat but turn me up
I'm at a high school represent night
I hated Lake Howell, but forget it, I'm in flight
I want to share my
it nah go well
But still, we keep the faith, like Job and Leonard Howell
Deliver we, deliver we
From destruction and poverty
Protect we, protect we
And if she let me get the pussy I'ma wreck it like Ralph
She got me thirstin' like Howell the third
I'm the big bad wolf howlin' for her C-word
C is for
Cavin
Jasson Martin
Hunter James
Claygo
Bonni M
DannyOne
Kadeem
5ve
JohnnyJay
KLaine
Red leather
Ivan
Howell
Jay pierce
Locta
Chyreco
KRoberts
need our protection
so you got to
Lord hey
there was a man by the name of Mister Howell
he founded the community weh name Pinnacle
in a time when
test me for my love (Don't test me)
That's a little risky (So risky, so risky)
Don't you fucking tempt me (Howell!)
If you end up missing
The feds gonna
trace
In overdrive
I'd sail in space for you
(Howell!)
Cause I'd rather phase away
Your thoughts inside
I'll save the day for you
I try to chase your
sway to the beat
Cause the rhythm got me going like
Hey yeah yeah yeah
Another wish in the well
Running out of time, stumbled and fell
From Howell down
here thirsting/Thurston like Mrs. Howell
Like get 'cho towel, you super soaking
What kind of thoughts are you provoking?
Thoughts in my head, thots in my
to the club
For real
Pay me
Money
Brrrrdddd
(Howell!)
I'm straight the million and that's how I'm feeling and then I want mo'
She all on my balls, she
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