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letra de murder was the play - the great luke ski

let hercules himself do what he may
the cat may new and dog will have his day
bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay

as i look up at the sky
my mind starts trippin’, a tear drops my eye
elsinore becomes dark
there is somethin’ really rotten in the state of denmark
my father was the king, now he’s chillin’
gertude’s illin’, claude is a villian
dear god, please save me from this folly
i can’t live, my life is oh so melancholy
i think it’s too late for prayin’, hold up
a spirit speaks to me, it’s my father, and he’s sayin’
“claudius k!lled me when he was on the prowl.”
you mean it was a murder?
“murder most foul.”
oh father please, tell me the solution
“if you hath ever loved me, then get some retribution
go and rest my soul, go and take control
venge my life, my son.” my eyes closed

murder!… murder was the play that they gave me
murder!… murder was the play that they gave me

so i started actin’ crazy
i see my momma and my uncle through eyes, no longer hazy
who needs enemies, horatio, i say
with friends like rosencrantz and guildenstern, but anyway, i get some
actors for me to go act out the deed
and everything the spirit said, came to reality
watching uncle claudius sit
did he flinch? he nearly had a shizit-fit!
i told my momma a thing or two about dear old dad
and then i stuck polonius because i was acting mad
“just remember, your mom’s befriended
or else thy father thou has much offended.”
indeed. agreed. proceed to line read
every thought i have, is soliloquied
they say i’m wordy, but i still talk mo’
cause i’m verbally a virtuoso. really though
check it out:
yes, to be or not to be
that is the question, before me
whether tis n0bler, to col’ defend ’em
or else by just, opposing end ’em
no more danish wine and juice
i’m on my way to england, heading for a long noose
i’ll switch the notes and run
because the english know that two heads are better than wizzun, how fun!
a beggar diggin’ graves don’t recognize my face
cause i’m the fresh prince of denmark, h-a-m-l-e-t!
yorick’s gone, ophelia looks bleak
because she went nuts and then drown in the creek
so i swordfight her bother laertes
my mother took a drink that made her life cease
laertes came and told me after he was slain
that i got stuck with a poison and the king is to blame
so i ran him right through, the guy i was despisin’
the body count’s currently seven and risin’
and i probably won’t make it to see twenty-fo’
word to w-lly shakespeare, i’m-a ride for you, romeo!
murder!… (ha ha ha haaa!) murder was the play that they gave me
murder!… (yeah!) murder was the play that they gave me
murder!… (byotch!) murder was the play that they gave me
murder!… murder was the play that they gave me
six million plays to write, choose one!

- the great luke ski

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