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revenge
The best I can do, dull the pain for you
A poor man's saving grace, a bottle and a pill to chase
The sunset like John Wayne
Betrayed by snakes

know aint right

If you buy a TV with plastic 
Or a new car with your John Hancock
When you start giving lazy people handouts
By taking bread out of my

Call me glodee two tone two phone trap shit
If a nigga lackin while I'm packin lean him activist 
I ain't wit the fake friends sneak dissing to my

we just met, here's the key to my door
You can drop by
There's gas in the jet and whatever you like
If you got the afternoon
Let me pull a John Mayer,

by his dentals
Get a rental in a name that don't belong to me
Come through and snatch your soul, like hey your sh*t belong to me
I'm going be

ourselves by not cutting down all the trees

I went to the john before I taught the class
To check my teeth and hair and look at my ass
I went to dry my hands

Words and Music by :  Bob Flick-Dick Foley-Mike
Kirkland/John Paine

This is a story about a hip frog.
And we're gonna pick up on it now and
he's

gone move when I say
And a crazy lil Patna
Shoot you up in broad day
And I’m telling you right now
Get the f*ck up out my face
Cause they ain’t with that

Ike
And that's
Good,
Isn't it, grand?
Isn't it, great?
Isn't it, swell?

[Man I]
That's great. We'll keep in touch.

[Roxie Hart]
You know I'm not quite

his facial up witta choppa now He john doe
Slide through beating up that load Like im jon jones
Yo whole section full of lil squares LIke a waffle
Im

I'm proud to be a farmer's son
Brought up on the Good Book and a gun
I could stretch you a mile of barbed wire in the Alabama sun
A product of red

stared down by John Cloud 
When there was nothing to discuss 
He threw tear gas bombs into the crowd 
You can burn our churches and bomb our homes 
You can

at country side
There is no city we can buy only bottle of wine
Nobody wanna say anything that we want to drink
That men I'm sure just live their know nothing

the bitch off had her dying from the pleasure 
What am I to do, today I gotta choose 
Or Laying by the pool 
Put the missing link in John Wilkes Booth 
God

that's john on vacation
They goin penalize you for that truth that you spitting
The next time you pray, pray that there's some truth in em
Behind

action
And a few more rednecks is what we need
I was raised on beans and cornbread
And I like my chicken fried
Yes, I drive a pickup truck
And I'm full

leave 
Know she ain't missing her chance 
Cuz she just want a stack or two with nice rides
Shopping all day buying off-white 
Drinking champagne by

Back wagon of the old steam train
Three horses, me and the rain
Ain't got no money, ain't got no luck
No cigarettes looks like I'm givin' up

[Babs]
Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused
Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady
Diddy I see you baby

Yall niggas done met ya match
I'm

Yeah
Boogz what's good man
Hef what's good man
You know he we rockin man
John Doe in the building man
Stupid niggas
Yeah
These old heads they trap

Bitch
Kaitlyn don’t feel left out that goes to you John as well
Luckily you Were sent to good families while Caroline and I stayed in Hell
Custody

season
Living easy ain't half bad

Let's go to Honolulu
You broke my heart but I see right through you
We'll hang out by a palm tree
Making little memories

Got her callin me names 
She's not callin' sport
I'm not the same 
As Jack and Joe and John and Mark 
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, got her callin me names

him to a hasbrown 
You don't wanna hear that clap sound 
Make it thunder storm how that Mac sound 
Don't drive by pull up and park nigga 
Walk down John