I told him I don't want no drama.
C'mom, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
Please appease me, oh yeah,
Like Neville II.
You got the supine thing down pat now.
'S what comes of being such a prat now.
C'mom, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
Please appease me, oh yeah,
Like Neville II.
I am in the driver's seat now
And so I can go repeat: now heed me.
You fell for that "Arab Spring."
It conned you quick as anything.
You fool, oh yeah, now dhimmitude's the rule.
Last night I told some tit-for-tat lies:
"You scratch my back; I'll control my guys."
C'mom, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
Please appease me, oh yeah,
Like Neville II.
Whoah, yeah, like Neville II,
Whoah, yeah, like Neville II.
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