Henrietta Longbottom Lyrics

(Chorus)
(MURS)
Have you heard the stories 'bout Henrietta Longbottom?
(Slug)
Yea i've heard a lot of 'em and everybody got 'em
(MURS)
I never really met her but i know it's all true
(Slug)
I never seen her either but my brother say she cool
(MURS)
Rumors get around through the hood wit a quickness
(Slug)
Everyone's a customer, all up in ya business
(MURS)
The ones in ya circle that don't even know ya
(Slug)
The same ones that circulate the stories for ya

Verse 1:
(MURS)
I seen Henrietta sittin down by the well
messin wit her cameltoe, talkin on her cell
breakin up some weed, gettin ready for a blunt
but she never felt the need to fix the wedgie in the front
(Slug)
She kept to herself, only had a few associates
people of the village got curious but most would just
make up stories, some rumor, some gossip
but Henrietta didnt care, hands in her pockets
(MURS)
I heard she used to kick it down by the river bed
she used to date a old man that lived out in a shed
i heard he had blue hair, honestly, who cares?
the whole town used to sit and wonder what they do there
(Slug)
Well i heard he was a bird, plus he was her dad
father of a dragon while her momma was a crocodile
they used to drag race down at the strip
in a Chevy Nova, crossbow wit the extra clip
(MURS)
Heads up when they rollin throught ya city
chewin on some snuff, mixed it up wit some Wrigley
fumes from the car makin everybody dizzy
bumpin Flamin Lips, Johnny Cash and Biggie
(Slug)
Kick in the door, beatin her dead horse
It died, she made dog food, no loss
she's a hooligan, amateur sex movies and fresh kicks
but her breath smelled like chicken bullion
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
(MURS)
She had a pink bandana hangin out her back pocket
she was in a gang that wore mismatched socks
and met up every Tuesday for beer and some bingo
since the horse died she had to ride a flamingo
(Slug)
He couldn't talk, but he knew how to sing, she
hit a little dust then cut off his wings, then
stuck em to her back, took a sniff of gasoline, and
went door-to-door tryin to sell magazines
(MURS)
Hair in a ponytail, cocked to the side
patch on the left opened up the right eye
dental floss and band-aids to hold her pants up
20-inch waist wit a double-D cup
(Slug)
W-T-Fuck, whoo, she's a true fox
she uses hula hoops to hold up her tube socks
she's a ninja, high score on Centipede
played pro hockey till her body caught a injury
(MURS)
Henrietta, Henrietta, girl where you been?
drownin in a bathtub filled up wit gin
doesn't work a lot, but she grows her own crop
last week she killed some Navy Seals for tryin to steal her crop
(Slug)
I don't know if you care or if you invest
but Henrietta's dead, no more, no less
never really met her, so i'm not losin sleep
but Longbottom is long gone, Rest In Peace
(Chorus)
(MURS)
Have you heard the stories 'bout Henrietta Longbottom?
(Slug)
Yea i've heard a lot of 'em and everybody got 'em
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Lyrics submitted by CJ.