Lyrics:
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
you disagree, please leave in the comment box all of your opinions
Why are you so mad? Sir, why are you so angry
Just posting up my thoughts (Mister
the mainland sweet goodbye
Lit a cigarette above on top deck
Watched the seagulls soar the sky
I woke up to the sound of laughter
And the strangers passing by
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
Mister deadman
Mister deadman
Mister deadman
You know we dead before we born any
Boy pick up a shovel dig your own graveway
Breath in
Breath out
I be
Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Saving up to buy some clothes
Keeps
Mister who is he but they don't understand him
Mister who is he but they don't say that
Mister who is he but they don't understand him
Pull up any
Limit soldier
So I get my strength through my duties
Bout to make em scream 'MISTER'
Like the movie (na na na na na)
[Chorus x2]
[Mia X:]
You
by drive by drive by drive by
Now you see what's really going on
I can't tell you this shit verbatim
I gotta make say it in a catchy song
So they won't
You make me reckless, reckless everyday
You make me reckless
Standin' by the disco floor
Spot this girl
My heart jump and move
Yeah, yeah
The music vibration is an inspiration
It lifts my spirit any time I hear it
God knows it makes you feel good
Go ahead mister disc jockey
Play that beat
The music vibration is an inspiration
It lifts my spirit any time I hear it
God knows it makes you feel good
Go ahead mister disc jockey
Play that beat
BEATIN' I'll just say "let's roll"
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
I'm like a one man crew, you see I don't
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
make an operation
I’m mister off probation
I missed you bitches, from the time we had a conversation
We hard to come by i can see why you’ve become
mister So-Low
Let me be and SB-EZ
Riding on dub
Rolling the flipping club
AK by my side
Coming in with the mob
Glass up, ass down
This ain't
damn, 4 grand
For the low strain?
I got the tree like timberland but no tan
I ain't fucking with the Brittany like the snow man
I'm selling weed by
The music vibration is an inspiration
It lifts my spirit any time I hear it
God knows it makes you feel good
Go ahead mister disc jockey
Play that beat
flashy, rims so glassy
Pull the dropper out, we gon show them boys nasty
Hood rats harrass me, I don't want the drama
They wanna get put up so they
Let's Go
Uh Huh
It's Mister, Mister
Mr.Buddha Hit The La Like
Whoa
Saint Fed, You See
Man, come on, E
Saint Buddha comin like we command the army
man
DJ Pete Rock, producer extraordinaire, yo Pete Rock
Make it clear
I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend
Keep a party pimping from now
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
Started rubbing my eyes
When I heard the birds talk
Hey mister sleep you're gonna
Have to take walk
But nothing has as much power to
Make me
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