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The Johnny Cash Show: The Best of Johnny Cash [Deluxe Edition] (Johnny Cash) · The Real...Johnny Cash: The Ultimate Johnny Cash Collection [3-CD] (Johnny Cash) · The Real...Johnny Cash: The Ultimate Johnny Cash Collection [1-CD] (Johnny Cash) · The Collection: The Fabulous Johnny Cash/Ragged Old Flag/At Folsom Prison (Johnny Cash) · The Collection: The Fabulous Johnny Cash/Blood, Sweat & Tears/Ragged Old Flag (Johnny Cash) · Playlist: The Very Best of Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash (Johnny Cash) · Playlist: The Very Best of Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash (Johnny Cash) · Playlist: The Very Best Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash (June Carter Cash) · Cash from Chaos: A Tribute to the Man in Black, Johnny Cash (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Johnny's Blues: A Tribute to Johnny Cash (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


the bean bag
Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your fucking face
Tez pushed the album back,
as they come
In my kind of country, yeah, that's my kind of country

We got Johnny Cash, Back in Black, Southern rock 'n' roll
.38, Skynyrd, turn up
on the world
Was leadin' them to believe my mother's clit didn't exist
Then I extended the list
Revolutioned every flag raised by a clenchin' fist

Yeah
One time
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the ill na na (yeah, see'mon, yeah, see'mon)
Destination
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
me in yo' dad
I'm the same yellow boy that used to play up on degrassi
Can pocket twenty thousand to be anywhere they ask me
Cash like Johnny, Banks
nighters
For the Jim, Jack, Johnny
And the Maker’s Mark
For them little country towns
And them trailer parks
Redneck
And Ima rep till I DI
A lotta y’all
Brooklyn fast-talker
Big jewelry-sporter, sippin Johnny Walker
She bought me this drink, she's flashin her cash
She passin me hints like she want to give me
under smoov shit
cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my
Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run
one bag of dope
Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you
ain't right, his church ain't right

Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red
a war 
And 200,000 more to even look hard 

You better drop your flag and withdraw 
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
southern niggas in these streets
Yeah I'm candy flipper, you can have a picture
While I pose like a playa, by the candy with ya
Koopa never have no time,
Terrorist Hymn coming soon
Album cover pitch-black like the sky, without the moon
To illuminate, in my dome-piece there lies a metal plate
Titanium, harder