Lyrics:
They got a committee to get me off the block
'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop
Because being bad news is what we're all about
We
Hey, how was the trip?
Is that the latest Paris style?
Look, there's Colonel Vanderbilt
Hey, Colonel, enjoyed those French Pastries, did you?
Colonel, faut-il
Puisque se lève le jour
Faire battre tous les tambours
Réveiller tous les pandours
Colonel, faut-il
Faire sonner tous les
Colonel Maggie is my friend
She got my self respect right back for me
Colonel Maggie is my friend
With good old motherly sweet sympathy
Flat
Been a slave most all my life
So's my kids and so's my wife
I've been working on the Colonel's farm
Ain't been mistreated, ain't done no harm
I'll be
on the throne
No "Yes-Men", no colonel, he went all alone...
(Hey, man, that looks like me down there on the floor)
I heard the devil cry real loud
His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple question
The other discharged
Terror couple kill colonel
in his West German home
Three
I heard a loud bang
comin' from the other room
I heard a loud bang
comin' from the living room
So I went down the stairs
saw a little man standing
should not get out of bed
She should know that she's not paid
To be loud but to be laid
Slut! Dangerous Jade
This has really been your year, Miss
Who is this Colonel Paper
Of whom you speak?
And read?
Extract from a metal trashcan?
In the middle of a cold premonition
Is it fish
(Photoshoot)
You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the last few months
It's too loud
Maybe it's time I tell 'em what
(Chorus)
Hey, hey, hey, it's party time!
With Colonel Reklem, we'll drink the wine!
Papa Papissimo, he's our star
General von Schmücke, raising
His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple question
The other discharged
Terror couple kill colonel
in his West German home
Three
His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple question
The other discharged
Terror couple kill colonel
in his West German home
Three
road, a constant struggle
And a true labor of love
To not only convince my peers and the
Public that I could be an artist
But to actually get that art
(Verse 1)
In Centland’s fields, there’s a battle cry
CNA's ready, gonna make LAC cry
With our tanks so big, and our guns so loud
LAC's little tank,
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
a square mind (square mind)
And the Rolex come with the big face
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
Wobble loud, loud, loud, loud, loud
We turnt up
Colonel Buff'lo Bill
Who's got the show that
Gets the most applause?
Five hundred Indians and fifty squaws
Ten feature acts and there's
The special feature
we've got to free our brothers from their
Shackles if we can
Most nights I have to watch my woman cry,
Every day I watch the colonel smile,
His
You oughts see Mr Jones when he rattles the bones
Old Colonel Brown jumpin' round like some kinda clown
Ol' aged mama she done past eighty-three
(Strolling along Peach tree street with a colonel on my arm)
And I can tell that you're from Georgia, because you got that Georgia charm
(Strolling along
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