(Intro)
Ah, you can do better than that, Sancho, and you know it!
And you call yourself a bloody Irishman..
You sound more like a Bloody Mary!
It's supposed to be your new fuckin' record, isn't it?
It's supposed to be called The Purge, isn't it?
You gotta purge that shite out, for all to hear!
Aye, there you go, keep it coming, keep it coming...
(Verse 1)
Back it up at least 3 feet, here comes the Irishman
Flying in, what a surprise, he's fucking high again
Heart of a giant but just about the height of Iverson
Imagine how much damage I would do if I was trying to win
You'll find when they bag and tag my corpse in due course
They can nevеr say my resume was too short
Same song and dancе you knew before with new chords
Take one step over the line, and add a few more
Gassing up yourself saying "let's do this thing"
You're risking playing yourself like a six-string
But don't confuse this with the summer of '69
It's Sancho, once again, here I come in the nick of time
Ah-hah, just when you thought it was over, eureka
Now rise from your seat to formally address the speaker
Number one thrill seeker, they'll never see me featured
In the pawnshops cause my every record is a keeper
I'm banging out the sound that'll knock your block off
And hit you where it hurts like "boom, shalock-lock"
Rock, rock till you drop it's that def
I represent the Last Cypher till I take my last breath
(Interlude)
Yeah, now that's what I'm talking about, lad, that's what I'm talking about! Fucking flow like Guinness into my morning coffee!
And this Last Cypher I've heard so much about, it sounds rather intriguing...have you a pamphlet around? No?
All right then, keep doing what you're doing....
(Verse 2)
You're probably mad I haven't disappeared yet
I would let you know but I ain't leaving on no Learjet
I'm sticking around despite my best efforts
Then it's on to the next level, never accept lesser
Because, I got a whole lot left to accomplish
Better yet, got a whole lot left to demolish
The real know the deal but the rest don't acknowledge
So they can get what I got next to my wallet
Too sick for chemo, stay slaughtering egos
I got 'em dropping one knee low, praying like Tebow
You'll see for yourself how I'm talking the truth
I go batshit like Bruce Wayne dropping a deuce
So don't push me if I'm pissed, I will short circuit
Left you waiting for a minute but just cause you're worth it
On a good day, I was half the man I used to be
Where it all started from, I can't imagine truthfully
Either way that you slice it, you can't rock a party in a crisis
So I disappeared to my own devices
I'm back for mine now cause eternity is priceless
All systems go, all samples cleared and licensed
(Outro)
Aye, there's the pot of gold at the end of the cliche. That's what's up
This is Paddy Boombatty in full effect, and I'm here to big it up for my mate Sancho. Probably the only ginger I know with a soul. Sure, he took it off the devil after a poker game, but that's besides the point
This man is holding it down out in Hamilton with rhymes for days
I just hope I've got me a ticket when he makes it over to Dublin
I'll be up front jumping me nuts off. And if you've got a problem with anything I've said, I don't know what the price of donuts in Delaware is, but I know what you could do. Go bang an ambulance, ya racist!
5-6-7-8
Let's all go to the lobby
Let's all go to the lobby
Let's all go to the lobby
And smoke ourselves a joint
Ah, you can do better than that, Sancho, and you know it!
And you call yourself a bloody Irishman..
You sound more like a Bloody Mary!
It's supposed to be your new fuckin' record, isn't it?
It's supposed to be called The Purge, isn't it?
You gotta purge that shite out, for all to hear!
Aye, there you go, keep it coming, keep it coming...
(Verse 1)
Back it up at least 3 feet, here comes the Irishman
Flying in, what a surprise, he's fucking high again
Heart of a giant but just about the height of Iverson
Imagine how much damage I would do if I was trying to win
You'll find when they bag and tag my corpse in due course
They can nevеr say my resume was too short
Same song and dancе you knew before with new chords
Take one step over the line, and add a few more
Gassing up yourself saying "let's do this thing"
You're risking playing yourself like a six-string
But don't confuse this with the summer of '69
It's Sancho, once again, here I come in the nick of time
Ah-hah, just when you thought it was over, eureka
Now rise from your seat to formally address the speaker
Number one thrill seeker, they'll never see me featured
In the pawnshops cause my every record is a keeper
I'm banging out the sound that'll knock your block off
And hit you where it hurts like "boom, shalock-lock"
Rock, rock till you drop it's that def
I represent the Last Cypher till I take my last breath
(Interlude)
Yeah, now that's what I'm talking about, lad, that's what I'm talking about! Fucking flow like Guinness into my morning coffee!
And this Last Cypher I've heard so much about, it sounds rather intriguing...have you a pamphlet around? No?
All right then, keep doing what you're doing....
(Verse 2)
You're probably mad I haven't disappeared yet
I would let you know but I ain't leaving on no Learjet
I'm sticking around despite my best efforts
Then it's on to the next level, never accept lesser
Because, I got a whole lot left to accomplish
Better yet, got a whole lot left to demolish
The real know the deal but the rest don't acknowledge
So they can get what I got next to my wallet
Too sick for chemo, stay slaughtering egos
I got 'em dropping one knee low, praying like Tebow
You'll see for yourself how I'm talking the truth
I go batshit like Bruce Wayne dropping a deuce
So don't push me if I'm pissed, I will short circuit
Left you waiting for a minute but just cause you're worth it
On a good day, I was half the man I used to be
Where it all started from, I can't imagine truthfully
Either way that you slice it, you can't rock a party in a crisis
So I disappeared to my own devices
I'm back for mine now cause eternity is priceless
All systems go, all samples cleared and licensed
(Outro)
Aye, there's the pot of gold at the end of the cliche. That's what's up
This is Paddy Boombatty in full effect, and I'm here to big it up for my mate Sancho. Probably the only ginger I know with a soul. Sure, he took it off the devil after a poker game, but that's besides the point
This man is holding it down out in Hamilton with rhymes for days
I just hope I've got me a ticket when he makes it over to Dublin
I'll be up front jumping me nuts off. And if you've got a problem with anything I've said, I don't know what the price of donuts in Delaware is, but I know what you could do. Go bang an ambulance, ya racist!
5-6-7-8
Let's all go to the lobby
Let's all go to the lobby
Let's all go to the lobby
And smoke ourselves a joint
( El Sancho (ontario) )
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