Milkman - DUMMO lyrics

Clearly eating too much chili boi
You a silly boi
Gotta belly, call it pillsbury
That's a doughboy how many wives
Do you have to go through to get a son
Haha Yeet, in 1603 the Tudor line is done

History says, you're a Protestant reformer
You made the church of England
Just to divorce her but to your credit
You provided law and order
Law as you said it
You had your wives pre-ordered

My boi Henry when you were young
You had that sex appeal
Back when you could hunt and
Probably still do a cartwheel
But sad hours Henry, cuz here you are
Fat, infected and nasty I feel
Bad for Catherine Parr

You don't get with any old wives
Only new wives
You must've really loved Jane Seymour
But she died so sad
Got a whole ‘nother year to get a bride
Big bag, you look like Santa
You're so damn wide

The facts say
That you improved the Royal Navy
Your ships would roll up like shootaz
Ahoy matey
When the economy improved, you said pay me
Or you would dunk on your citizens
Tracy McGrady

Got the Henry huh? Ridin
Round a carriage huh?
Got the Marriage huh? But couldn't
Get an heir huh?
Got an affair, and another and again huh?
Too fat for chairs
It must be hard to sit huh?

Haha your son Edward got really sick
Took the throne but he died real quick
Drank too much you probably had cirrhosis
Too bad your son died, tuberculosis

Gain control of your country
Gotta get a grippo
When they dug up your body
Thought it was a hippo
Roasted you with facts and logic, I’m Shapiro
Whatever disease killed you, was a hero

Gain control of your country
Gotta get a grippo
When they dug up your body
They thought it was a hippo
I roasted you with facts and logic
Call me Shapiro
When you died Catherine Parr was a
Happy Widow