The emperor, subjects, and his you all
Napoleon's dynamite blew up in his Yoo busy out plates, now get yourself a taste Yum, over lips seekin tongues Price that you pay for thinkin dumb and googly wide-eyed and surprised Brows and lashes, honey mustaches, fried Effort to little hit now cry pride When the forces came to take him back BACK (Always gonna be fella, by the police) Oh-me-oh-me-oh-my, we assume
Secretly you probably Loud tyrant, now YOU be quiet Husheth, thou dost too mucheth Your deeds are on file, take testament is bupkis I feel Lazarus, steppin out the grave To give of his death, the world's greatest nay It ain't or say, you can see it for your own two or get close and feel it if you want to But I you, you won't and can't do Seamstress and are bustin up your handle Palms and on ultra-blister You crossed a good dude now he cued the Shell position your old tradition self Machine gun ran in the pad and clipped Now project sinks up leakin Hand over head and the red is seepin willow goin onry ape shit Little homey onlooker shout,"He ain't gon' it!" The moment bullies find God Dumb-ass, he been on the scene all to help you steer clear, you sped up to the climax The brick wall on your cheeks worse than Heavy I know you wish you never tried black Dante air blow you can't hijack Yes, but I digress Let me step and let the EMS clean up the drecks Extra soak the medics to they own asshole I pray peace on your now BEGONE~! Movin on, to deeper brighter and more