No Scrubs (Medieval Parody Cover) Bardcore, Originally by TLC 

Nay I doth not want no scrub! Nor doth I yearn to hear thee hanging out the passenger side of yonder best friends carriage! Heareth our rendition of the famous tune and dance in merriment, No Scrubs originally by TLC thee drop a liketh & subscribeth for more of our sweet melodies as they are released upon thineselves. We hope to see thee in good stead on the morrow! When the night doth descend,
I await thee, and thou approachest.
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Ye Olde Lyrics:
A scrubbe is a knave that thinketh he be flye
And is alsoe known as a busta,
Alwayes talking about what he desireth,
And yet sitteth upon his broken ass.
So nay, I desire not thy number,
Nay, I desire not to give thee mine,
Nay, I desire not to meet thee anie where,
Nay, I desire none of thy time,
Nay, I desire no scrubbe.
A scrubbe is a knave that canst gain no love from me,
Lingereth at the passenger's side
Of his best friend's steed,
Striving to woo me.
I desire no scrubbe,
A scrubbe is a knave that canst gain no love from me,
Lingereth at the passenger's side
Of his best friend's steed,
Striving to woo me.
Well a scrubbe observeth me,
Yet his game is rather weak,
And I know that he canst not approach me,
For I appear as class, and he as trash,
Canst not entangle with a deadbeat ass.
So nay, I desire not thy number,
Nay, I desire not to give thee mine,
Nay, I desire not to meet thee anie where,
Nay, I desire none of thy time.
Nay, I desire no scrubbe,
A scrubbe is a knave that canst gain no love from me,
Lingereth at the passenger's side
Of his best friend's steed,
Striving to woo me.
I desire no scrubbe,
A scrubbe is a knave that canst gain no love from me,
Lingereth at the passenger's side
Of his best friend's steed,
Striving to woo me.
If thou hast no carriage and art walking,
Oh yes, son, I speaketh to thee,
If thou livest at home with thy mother,
Oh yes, son, I speaketh to thee (baby),
If thou hast a lady whom thou showeth no love,
Oh yes, son, I speaketh to thee,
Seekest to gain me with no wealth,
Oh nay, I desire no,
No scrubbe, no scrubbe (nay, nay),
No scrubbe (nay, nay, nay), no scrubbe (nay, nay).
Nay, I desire no scrubbe,
A scrubbe is a knave that canst gain no love from me,
Lingereth at the passenger's side
Of his best friend's steed (oh),
Striving to woo me.
I desire no scrubbe (nay),
A scrubbe is a knave that canst gain no love from me,
Lingereth at the passenger's side
Of his best friend's steed,
Striving to woo me.
I desire no scrubbe,
A scrubbe is a knave that canst gain no love from me,
Lingereth at the passenger's side
Of his best friend's steed,
Striving to woo me.
I desire no scrubbe,
A scrubbe is a knave that canst gain no love from me,
Lingereth at the passenger's side
Of his best friend's steed,
Striving to woo me.
I desire no scrubbe,
A scrubbe is a knave that canst gain no love from me,
Lingereth at the passenger's side
Of his best friend's steed,
Striving to woo me.
I desire no scrubbe,
A scrubbe is a knave that canst gain no love from me,
Lingereth at the passenger's side
Of his best friend's steed,
Striving to woo me.
I desire no scrubbe,
A scrubbe is a knave that canst gain no love from me,
Lingereth at the passenger's side.
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