Lyrics: Parker Stevens
Music: Parker Stevens
All in her ear like I'm Paul Revere (Hey)
She don't wanna **** me, she queer
Send 'em to war, I ain't talkin' about civil
Been on a streak like a hellstorm missile
Stay on the bus and you talk to Mrs. Frizzle
I hop out the whip like it's abyssal
Steppin' on 'em, lil' b***h you a Tom Ford
Make 'em battle like LexingtonâConcord
Dump your tea in the ocean
Jerk off your musket with no lotion
Who the **** you think you taxin'?
Redcoats actin' up, 'bout to get a slashin'
Sneak in the castle, Queen of England gonna get some action
With your girl and wД signin' this declaration (Hey, hey, hДy)
Carrier pigeon spreadin' misinformation (Hey, hey, hey)
Load up the musket, I ain't talkin' bout Elon
I got a stick she can feel on
I'm ridin' my horse like a Nissan
These boys are some mustard, some dijon
Call me boy George, load up the canon (Load it up)
Catch you in the field, slap you with a salmon (Hoo)
Your b***h wants to steal my pantaloons
Goin' monkey on the Brits, call me John C. Baboon
Pull out my cup of tea, I'm shootin' violently
Ridin' my horse, I'm not flying this privately
My maiden loyal, she never would lie to me
In 1800s, robs banks up on Iverly
Gotta wear a wig, where's my privacy though?
Wooden teeth but got no lice in this fro
Mustache like the Monopoly bro
My horse got crash, it's on top of me though
Can't feel my legs and it looks like I'm dead
All of the blood rushin' straight to my head
No doctor in sight and no help is around me
I am so foolish, I'm done with the clownery
Paul Revere, **** outta here
'Bout to tell yo' girl that I am the loudest here
When the British ain't comin', yo b***h is cummin'
Your p***y ass ain't allowed in here