Posted by Smalls at syr-24-24-14-133.twcny.rr.com on December 09, 2002 at 11:23:48:
In Reply to: I'll finish like I'm Sweden's neighbour. posted by Donnacha on December 09, 2002 at 11:08:32:
Swingin on stars, hangin' round in bars, all in the time before autocars... I'm a Steamboat Willie, what the yo to the dilly, Thatcher get over here for some Clemens, silly... I'm a vaunted sage, from the Guilded Age, you'd sell your soul to be on my page... tourin' the planet, can't unnerstan' it, I got mad lit skills anna cock like granite! (granite granite granite)
C'mon send me back to King Arthur's Court, like Connecticut Yankees makin' pimp a sport, doin' forties with Merlin, like on Lou Reed's "Ber-lin", down upon my nuts, you be a creature squirrelin'
My name is T to the Dubya to the A-I-N, and if ya don't believe, I'm gonna say it again
My name is T to the Dubya to the A-I-N, and if ya don't believe, I'm gonna say it again!
Where's T-Sawyer? Bettah get a lawyer, knocked her up in the cave, y'know the Judge'll destroy her... in the river holdin' his bed, the church house fakin' his death? Like a killin' spree, T's Cain Abel and Seth. On a raft with Finn-money, hidin' the dough... dodgin' the cops and fuckin' Injun Joe... runnin' with slaves, bangin' in caves, gonna join the fuckin' circus, gonna run their raves... like a pirate cove, they gonna run in droves, my dawg Finn-Money fuckin' smoke like a stove
Rumors are flyin', shorties are cryin', the punks in the press say that the Twain be dyin'? Let the players play, let the haters hate cuz y'all know those haters: they ex-agg-erate
(And Violent Bob could out rap both of us. Avec one hand, backtied.)
Mike