Samuel Vincent - Fawlty Flows (feat. Friendly Knowledge)

Uh
Let's go
Fawlty Flows, I got it from John Cleese
No matter how angry he sought peace
Set off for the West coast, don't mean to brag or boast
Grab the bag before he get his hands on the egg and the toast
The type of cat that jump in front of your screen
It's hysterical that every dude just want green
Meaner than a Bot Machine that's on the Genesis
Breaking down the structure of the six-pillar edifice
Complex like Oedipus, the sweetest flow the decadence
Whatta world that we be living in
Deadlier than the Seven Sins
By the time you make it to this track I'd have at least seven wins, ha
Skipping class, Cooley High, it's like do or die
All I do is write you can't try to school me, Guy
He need the dry or he better come to his senses
Everything that come out of his mouth is straight up pretentious
A real mensch according to his community
Jumping off the mast, I pass, time for mutiny
Under his scrutiny nobody could get through to me
He blue, you see
Tobias, keep bowing to your fake God, you super pious
I leave you born again like Elias
But he keep truckin' along like LTL
Not hard to tell, run his crew like Gargamel
Nobody wanna deal with the man and his Family Matters
Got the White like Jaleel, but he never grip steel
I couldn't even believe what he think he reel
Heh, what an eel
Drop the fish dude you nothing but fish food
A therapist wouldn't even pass you a tissue
She was working at the store right under the bridge
She shy with knee highs, but she had some kids
That's the ebb and the flow of the Golden Order
He hasn't cleaned his kitchen in a minute, molden border
Listen
It's just Rapp, Anthony
My rhymes are Rent free
She got a dance that so exotic, call her Mimi
I'm having trouble waking up like Fetty Wap
No motivation time to break out the spaghetti pot
But I gotta keep it Movin' On like Vinnie Paz
Imma make it big as an Author like I'm Ginny's dad
Just be glad that I never had an awful bone
He says as he hold the sword he pulled right off of the stone
Off the cone like some ice cream
Follow along as I be crushing down my dreams
I got a bag of the stones that I'm ready to throw
Wait, this is the wrong track
Please, just go home
Fawlty Flows
Mhm

Written by:
Sam Bukofsky

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