A Mandarin With Me

Dedicated to Will Jones
Do Youuuu Wanna Split A Maaaandarin With MEEEEEE!?!?!

Lyrics -
Williams Jones, fresher than most,
always rockin' burkenstocks,
sock covered toes,
quick like a whip,
with nuts like a hip,
popotamus,
in he's school he's always on the top of the list,
Jar of nutella every Saturday,
he gonna stick to that,
like it's the only way,
and one of these days,
if attention you pay,
and ya listen up close,
you might here him say (you're a dick)
hundred year home,
all wood everything,
map of the world on the wall in blue paint,
drives a blue honda,
friends with Lafond,
but Aaron can't stand 'em,
like old folks and sean john,
goofiest fellow in the state of maine,
far from ghetto,
but he keeps it real mayne,
mightily munching on mandarins,
he'll probably ask you if you wanna share one with him.
His mom, Sara Jones, is a teacher,
his daddy's profession? Flame beater,
AKA fireman volunteer.
I see Will Jones everyday bro,
saunters into school, rarely wears polo,
sandals, with cords or jeans,
a plain old t-shirt,
worn at the seams,
don't get this twisted,
I love my man William.
He's a character the same way that I am,
my main man Cal,
spits his verse,
right after the chorus,
no need to rehearse,
I'm gone for now,
but you'll hear me soon,
its not hard to notice when I walk in the room.

Chorus -
Jonesy, Jonesy, Jonesy, Jonesy
Why,
do you go around calling other people dicks,
all the time, the time, all the time (the time).
And do you (do you),
want to split a mandarin with me (with me)
On this eve,
this glorious night,
this day,
with me, Jonesy,
with me, with me, with me,
a mandarin with me, (with me), with me, (with us).

Will Jones, he thinks he's fly
He thinks that, in his mind
But really he's no star
His looks, wont take him far
Expression on his face shows nothin but sorrow
Thinkin whats the point of livin till tomorrow
Sure he gets A's and maybe some bidys
But the kids tries to act like he's fiddy
No braces, no zits, no fear
But that voice keeps talkin in his ear
Yo will split that fruit, with your friends
Or they will pout till the end
Tells himself no he don't wanna give it up
But he knows if its no then he'll be begging with a cup
Kids got jesus sandals thinkin he's a prophet
Yo will stick to barbies and your polly pockets
If you are Jesus then where are your disciples?
You really should study up on the bible
I hope keep these rhymes embroded on your chest
My boy Lukey on the mic is next

Chorus -
Jonesy, Jonesy, Jonesy, Jonesy
Why,
do you go around calling other people dicks,
all the time, the time, all the time (the time).
And do you (do you),
want to split a mandarin with me (with me)
On this eve,
this glorious night,
this day,
with me, Jonesy,
with me, with me, with me,
a mandarin with me, (with me), with me, (with us).

Last name Jones, first name William,
He ain't even, making a million,
Kid calls, people dicks,
doesn't get down, with the chicks,
But hey,
Jonesy's fly,
and why?
He's got swagger,
doesn't mess around,
like an xbox lagger.
Mom's a teach,
all he wants is a peach,
dad's a fireman,
his whole life's been spam.
Average, the code that he lives by,
after this jam,
better not be shy,
hear that Jones?
this one's for you,
this has been Young Lou!
Tellin' it straight,
now you just wait,
my boy Ian Tait,
here reppin' Falmouth Maine,
now please Jonesy,
just make it rain,
ya livin' life in the fast lane,
ya ditch that cain,
Jones family,
whatta friggen shame.

Category:

Comedy

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• rap
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[Airjordankid420]

friggen hilarious

[Broatticus]

you're a dickk.....

[acat1994]

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