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There's a BBQ at John Gacy's house his neighbors are all invited With Gacy cooking all the food everyone will be delighted To make the BBQ annual
ATTACK like a blue-nose pit off gunpowder (yeah) And love to soup the beef up just like clam chowder With my Squad in the house, we misbehave Get drunk
John Roy was a boy I knew Since he was 3 and I was two Grew up two little houses down from me The only bad apples on our family tree Kinda
at us now, They chasing our clout stuck in a loop, When I get up and go out this house, I'm trying to go and make it out I'm stuck in a drought, got
on everything, that's all a nigga see I fuck with a bad bitch I'm smokin' on some weed Nigga got rocks, shout out to the team Posted in the house, nigga countin'
We in the muthafuckin' house, come on
Well, John Hardy was a vicious little man He carried two guns every day He shot down a man on the West Virginia line I see John Hardy gettin' away,
talent, or is it just luck? In a small house far from the big ones Mr. John Doe lived a lonely, gracious life His wife left him long ago Took the kids,
the prize to the castleonly to be stopped at the gatesHis very own brother (Sir!) determined (John!) to have him cast away Gamelyn is not happy with his
and Elvis gel together like cellmates (hey) Yeah, this the jail house, bitch, and I don't give a And I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just
it's the mumps The plan of the house, the body in bed And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
(Goddamn) Pulled before his brother Put his bitch ass in the house (On bro) John tried to ack the fool They shut his mouth (Lil' John) Bullet gang got
more, aight? I got charges to file, a whole bunch of them (It's John Holbrook's fault) It ain't fair, I wanna tickle-fight the mayor Sneak into his house
rebound Cause when your relationship is through That motherfucker won't hold you down Now it's time to see what John can do When I give him a House
want to be diplomats or continue the same policy - of nuclear nightmare diplomacy. John Foster Dulles ain't nothing but the name of an airport now.
Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome, son Our necks are burnt, the roads
outside your mouth I'll put guys outside your house, we the hottest in the South Bad Boy, Dipset, baby girl, get ya lips wet Maybach like that chauffeur,
The neighbors pay a call And Father John before he's gone Will bless the house and all How grand it feels to click your heels And join in the fun
The neighbors pay a call And Father John before he's gone Will bless the house and all How grand it feels to click your heels And join in the fun
in a drought That's the reason why we in your house, nigga Act like you know somethin' But in that interrogation room act like you know nothin' Don't
This is a song About best friends John Roy Was a boy I knew Since he was three And I was two Grew up two little houses Down from me The only
John Roy was a boy I knew Since he was 3 and I was 2 Grew up 2 little houses down from me The only bad apples on our family tree Kinda ripened
to leave the house, he caught you sneaking out, now he's freaking out You thought he was sleepin' soundly, whoa You say you're going for a drive, you don't
got all this paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our nature I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like
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