Heath McNease - WHAMMY! (The Legend of Ron Burgundy) lyrics

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Heath McNease - WHAMMY! (The Legend of Ron Burgundy) lyrics

[Verse 1] I grime a lot, Cypress Hill crime a lot If Alex Vause is in jail, I'll take what Piper got Little hottie Donna Pinciotti's pretty body Anybody living knows I give a dirty diddy money 808s and hella synthy drumming Got me feeling Michael Scott, that Dunder Mifflin Dundie Say Philly isn't sunny McNizzle isn't funny Boo me, love me, sue me, hug me You won't get a benji from me I'm next, I'm Raymond Pabbett, I'm next So avant garde [?] Altamont speedway concert on X So WCW Jackhammer Chicken head got a Jean-Claude Van Dammer That's a split with an uppercut punch surprise Brian Fantana wearing that Sex Panther (Whammy!) Y'all rapper dudes are like Afternoon Delight swag well Them attitudes are why half your dudes'll die fast Y'all rinky dink and y'all shrinky dink And y'all mini links Y'all drama queens and ya'll Julian Assange Wikileaks I'm Mr. Deeds, Longfellow Deeds Y'all soft jaw marshmallow cream Y'all ambient Ambien music Hey and some y'all are all ketamine I'm all day, all Elohim My mind stay on better things Phillipians chapter four verse eight think on whatsoever's clean [Verse 2] Unbreakable David Dun-duh-dunn Eight hundred and eight thu-thun-thu-thuns later Snakes on a plane to Lond-duh-don With Samuel L. Jacks-suh-dun-duh-dun And M. Night Shamalamadingdong That's a flight that I kinda wanna be on Pop a lot of Molly Ringwald Started with a monologue of Teen Wolf In-A-Gadda-Da-Vita In a flawed economy where follow a leader And at night you never wanted Solomon to be the King to write a dirty book of onomatopoeia My anaconda didn't even wanna be up in a meet-up When it's prolly gonna end up in a prenup Or another common theme would be the d-word Or someone going home with gon-oh-non-oh-rrhea Prestige worldwide, mister Singing "Boats 'N' Hoes" and [?] flawlessly The Catalina wine mixer Sweet Child of Mine is her Favorite that I've ever Kicked with a quartet that's ride-or-die inside of my white prism Somethin' [?] question never added up Nicki's alright but I kinda wanted a fatter bu*t Someone to back it up and steppin' the batter up Bottom of the ninth grand slam and wrap it up Sounds dope like a MIDI controller Heart full of love send my enemies over Breaking bread at my crib while I drop sixteens [?] when it's over Remember him when it's over No juice, no jam when it's over Pour 40 on the sidewalk for me When I'm gone I'm about to get it in when it's over I'm so Ron Burgundy My words fall so perfectly And my apartment smells like rich mahergany

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