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mr b the gentleman rhymer - timothy lyrics

i remember one jolly fresh start to the weekend the furrow in my fleshy firm brow was deepened when upon checking out some crucial electro i heard a voice that left me vexed, so it was a voice of an oaf of the lower caste but it reminded me of somebody from my past i said i’ve got it at last, this absolute -rs- came bottom in our latin cl-ss

timothy st john westwood, that was his name it’s a shame his vocal chords have gone quite lame his enunciation is an utter disgrace he’s dropping ts and rs all over the place this can’t be that quiet vicar’s son who had awful trouble trying to pick a chum when the quick would run and leave him sickly glum now he’s talking in my radio about dropping bombs

what ever happened to timothy i was at prep with him you see we used to call him spaz now he’s on air chatting to nas he was a whizz with a cricket bat but he never used to talk like that

(spoken) understand! westwood says, don’t ride dirty, ride big!

i nearly spilt my tea into my saucer when somebody called you the millennial chaucer of course you’re not, that’s my ruddy job! your grammar’s appaling and you sound like a guttersnipe street yob a bl–dy slob from ( a peat bog ) or some such place where none such grace can be found like the rhymes that i’m throwing down well you’re going round like a crowing clown pimping rides for the dire murdies well i’d think you would know my morris is st-rdy we both liked hip-hop, but isn’t it strange that i’ve kept my accent, yet yours has changed come now old bean, it’s time to own up say ‘how do you do?’ instead of ‘what’s up?’ your mother will be please and your father relieved but i’m afraid lady fanshawe will still be peeved

what on earth happened to timothy i was at prep with him you see he was about as hard as my grand mama now he’s friend with the wu tang clan, bizarre he was a whizz with a cricket bat but he never used to talk like that

(spoken) it’s your boy westwood. get your rims bling-blinging, then throw the smell-good inside

what ever happened to timothy i was at prep with him you see we used to call him spaz now he’s on air chatting to nas he was a whizz with a cricket bat but he never used to talk like that

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