Song parody of
Witness to Holy Grail
by Eternal Khali
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(Aye)
(Uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Who that boy up on the television
Who that boy up on the television
Who that boy he stay up on a mission
Who that boy he keep having them visions
On the television, on the television
On the television, on the television
I got tunnel vision, I got tunnel vision
I got tunnel vision, I got tunnel vision
Looking for me you could find me blowing gas bags
Yeah, yeah, aye uh
Looking for me you could find me blowing gas bags
This that shit that be exotic, this that shit you gotta tax
Helmut Lang my body, that shit cost your whole rent
This girl only want me for the racks
I could tell, I could tell, baby I could tell
Yeah, girl you are in hell
Girl I think that ship sailed
Girl you know that ship is long long gone
Cant say nun to the bitch 'cus the bitch gone tell
Nigga run up, I'm upping these shells
Who that boy up on the television
Who that boy up on the television
Who that boy he stay up on a mission
Who that boy he keep having them visions
On the television, on the television
On the television, on the television
On the television, I got tunnel vision
I got tunnel vision, I got tunnel vision
(Aye)
(Uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Who that boy up on the television
Who that boy up on the television
Who that boy he stay up on a mission
Who that boy he keep having them visions
On the television, on the television
On the television, on the television
I got tunnel vision, I got tunnel vision
I got tunnel vision, I got tunnel vision
Looking for me you could find me blowing gas bags
Yeah, yeah, aye uh
Looking for me you could find me blowing gas bags
This that shit that be exotic, this that shit you gotta tax
Helmut Lang my body, that shit cost your whole rent
This girl only want me for the racks
I could tell, I could tell, baby I could tell
Yeah, girl you are in hell
Girl I think that ship sailed
Girl you know that ship is long long gone
Cant say nun to the bitch 'cus the bitch gone tell
Nigga run up, I'm upping these shells
Who that boy up on the television
Who that boy up on the television
Who that boy he stay up on a mission
Who that boy he keep having them visions
On the television, on the television
On the television, on the television
On the television, I got tunnel vision
I got tunnel vision, I got tunnel vision
