Woldito, FlatSamwold, Finito - LATE MAIL lyrics
[Woldito, FlatSamwold, Finito - LATE MAIL lyrics]
HMM snake the pied piper
Aim so accurate you woulda thought
He was a slav sniper
Shut up or I'll knife yah
Nothing like some fresh gin on
A hot day in vienna
Bullet straight to the centre
Can't believe it either
But the stamina be so weak he
Had to take a breather never gonna leave her
The bloke selling' the stanky stuff
Look like a beaver bronsolini in the bay
Like an otter on easter
HAHA he yelled 'CYA!'
He left it for the roaches
We ride premier venues like the coaches
I'm the god of rap just like moses
Oh yes yes sir
Can i buy 25 cents worth of roses
That's that like I was born like
This farewell to the posers
Spike my drink or my stepping stool
Backyard Pool full of blood
By a wrecking ball i dress cool
Im a big man and make the big look small
5 kilogram of bullets and a
Cannon with a fireball we 15, 14
Something from the forties
Stage crowned woldito down and it's
Bound to be naughty we all make rhymes
Beats and we all kinda sporty new Royalty
Proved enough so give us the queen's corgis
Curtains up, show down
We shut down the whole town
New kings with new sound
Shut up and pass us the crown
Silently sneak off like the murder of a clown
We tour around like mad dogs at a playground
Aim so accurate you woulda thought
He was a slav sniper
Shut up or I'll knife yah
Nothing like some fresh gin on
A hot day in vienna
Bullet straight to the centre
Can't believe it either
But the stamina be so weak he
Had to take a breather never gonna leave her
The bloke selling' the stanky stuff
Look like a beaver bronsolini in the bay
Like an otter on easter
HAHA he yelled 'CYA!'
He left it for the roaches
We ride premier venues like the coaches
I'm the god of rap just like moses
Oh yes yes sir
Can i buy 25 cents worth of roses
That's that like I was born like
This farewell to the posers
Spike my drink or my stepping stool
Backyard Pool full of blood
By a wrecking ball i dress cool
Im a big man and make the big look small
5 kilogram of bullets and a
Cannon with a fireball we 15, 14
Something from the forties
Stage crowned woldito down and it's
Bound to be naughty we all make rhymes
Beats and we all kinda sporty new Royalty
Proved enough so give us the queen's corgis
Curtains up, show down
We shut down the whole town
New kings with new sound
Shut up and pass us the crown
Silently sneak off like the murder of a clown
We tour around like mad dogs at a playground