1968 Abbey Road Sessions (Maxwell's Silver Hammer, Take 32)

Hey guys, I've got a new song
It's about an Octupus's Gar-
Hey George, can you stop
Shut up, Ringo

But guys, you never listen to my-
That's cause it's always shite
Alright then Paul, let's see what you've got
Ooh, come here you

Break it up lads, that's enough
Hey guys, guys, let's resolve this with a rap battle
I like the idea of that one, John

Ooh, hey Paul, you nasty bastard
Bass is an art you never mastered
Your singing is an abomination
And John, yours is a violation
George is a nice guy but I don't really like his hair
He's the quiet Beatle but to me he's beyond compare
Peace and love George

Hey hold up Ringo I've got some bars
We all know that guitars beat sitars
Anyway Ringo, I don't like you
All your songs are proper poo
You're in Thomas the Tank Engine, choo choo choo

John Lennon time

I am the walrus, your lyrics are lawless
While mine are flawless, Paul can never write the flipping chorus
Now let me end this rap before you start to fucking bore us

Speaking of the things that I find boring
When I'm listening to Ringo I find myself snoring
And that's why we stopped touring (Oh, Ringo)

Was there something you wanted to say there George?

One, two, three, four, my name is Harrison
And there's no comparison
For rappers like me and John who carries on
Mumbling, bumbling, all the words are tumbling
Paul is jumbling and I am wondering
Should I still be here or in a solo career
I hold you Beatles dear but The End is near
Say Hallelujah, I'm glad I knew ya
Dick Cavett's gonna interview ya
On how you abused poor old Georgie
Now come on you sods, let's have an or-

That's quite enough now, it's getting late
There's no room for sorrow, no room for hate
George, you're the best MC
Now come on folks, Let It Be

Peace and love
Shut up, Ringo



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