Signor Benedick the Moor - Whomp! A Tale by Charles Dodgson lyrics

[Hook: Signor Benedick the Moor] Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible No honor student of the school district is illaudible Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible No honor student of the school district is illaudible [Verse 1: Signor Benedick the Moor] Lions in the jungle who feels an awfully like slugs While these n***as on the street holding signs saying "Free Hugs" Here at home we overcharge so Africa get free d** And the sheep playing their lions by doing what lions does Indiscriminate venom discriminate seller of denim No fat chicks, but sh** inside I think I am a fat b**h Waiting for what gender, dysphoria start to take off Eating skinny b**hes with barbecue flavored steak sauce And a couple homies on the side sh** I grabbed the n***a Ricky and give him a sticky ride Call him third-world cause his phosphorescences died Just like the little girls and boys prompted by mommy to hide sh**, out in the pride all the weak n***as get ate And the strong n***as get ate too, eight b**hes that is This is what they're made for I am still waiting on the b**hes that I really thought I had paid for [Hook: Signor Benedick the Moor] Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible No honor student of the school district is illaudible Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible No honor student of the school district is illaudible [Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor] Tommy does exactly as he's told From the second he was born 'til the minute he dies of old Never will he make a decision, derision has made him cold He never learned the reward of beginning his life in bold But now he fixates on gold and everywhere that it's sold Cause after all of the bending he fits right into the mold Like the Play-Doh his daughter swallow, now Tommy's tummy is hollow The voice is soil and green and Tommy just up and follow Re-memories of mama and all the lessons he borrow Regrets that form the basis of all of Tommy's tomorrows (blessed be the man with no memories) Ignore himself, so he guess he ignoring the sorrow While he walking home from the mall eating the people-flavored Sbarro [Hook: Signor Benedick the Moor] Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible No honor student of the school district is illaudible Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible No honor student of the school district is illaudible Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible No honor student the school district is illaudible Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical The preacher s -- [Outro: Signor Benedick the Moor] Is this the time when the mind is often forgotten Left behind, beaten and rotten like the ones who picked the cotton? Is this the time when the mind is often forgotten Left behind, beaten and rotten like the ones who picked the cotton? Is this the time when the mind is often forgotten Left behind --