Lyrics:
just- a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin'- like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Your baby mama- me better
a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin' niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Your baby mama fuck
everybody in the house, John Wick (bow)
Coolin' in the cut with my shooters (club with my shooters)
30 clip, hanging off the Ruger (hide all my rent
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got
And the sound of soldiers' feet
But there was no one there but Mary
So I went down to let her in
John stood there beside me
As she told me where she'd
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These
plug trust wit' my wrist game
Fuck a calculator, I got wrist game
Built a house wit' cocaine wit' my wrist game
I just bought a Bentley wit' my wrist
dat
Tappin through da CB, I'm tryin to get some feedback
Hit da safe house, where da dope and da weed at
Monkey niggas in da game, yall orangutan
I'm
boys, but it's a blow out
If I get the feelin', make niggas think Covid, they ain't goin' out
Stash a .9 in my hoe house, she live close by where it go
Five years ago, I bought a cat
To keep me company and that
Wasn't enough so I bought a dog
Now in this house that's full of pets
Pill bottles,
“Oh John handsome John
I left you for another one” (2x)
When I read that letter
I couldn’t believe
My wife has just left me
And took my kids
“Oh
I'm cool like John Who
John Cool Ooooooooooh
With my Morris E. Day attitude I'm so cool
I love the ladies it's been that way since the 80's
A pimp
What if John Lennon were still alive today
And he had not been shot?
The general consensus is that
That would be nice
But I dare to say that it might
half inchin'
John fry
Skids and drifts its the old time Grover
Then a barrel roll over the fly over
Back home to tread in cat shit and wake up the house
half inchin'
John fry
Skids and drifts its the old time Grover
Then a barrel roll over the fly over
Back home to tread in cat s*** and wake up the house
house your parents sold
Will I ever get it back
We were John and Paul together
We were John and Paul together
We were John and Paul together
We were John
might try not rapping cause whyyy
Is you rapping? living in the pig sty back room
Of your big thighed mom's house flowin' like a vacuum
You suck, you
Olga and John got married out the back of the Grandview
John wore his best jeans
And Olga her very best smile
The celebrant got it done quick
Just
and Mother Earth how much we really love her cuz you know she a queen
You gotta ball like John Madden and his cousin Steve
Would be my PlayStation cuz that's
your house
Call my crooked man, he split the whole town
Fuck the whole world, burn it all down
We got the blades up right now
Stitch my arms, we come
Hey John.
Oh hey John.
What's going on?
Man, I'm confused.
You're confused, why?
I, I'm no good at remembering stuff.
Really?
Yeah.
Like
dem call him joy
Yuh nuh fe call Yellowman nuh bwoy
Yuh nuh fe call John John nuh bwoy
Yuh nuh fe take I and I fe bwoy
dem call him joy
Yuh nuh fe call Yellowman nuh bwoy
Yuh nuh fe call John John nuh bwoy
Yuh nuh fe take I and I fe bwoy
He was eighteen and wasted
A bedroom in the basement
Parents' house, Tucson, Arizona
What do expect from a high school diploma?
Working hours
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