Lyrics:
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
is no limit they don't know ya
Past by Gucci shades I don't know ya
Tom Ford make the pockets look older
Diamond baguette
Keep dancing no rest
My
do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches tryna to Cirque du Soleil me
Got some new bitches, trail got 'em laughin'
The one that gave me head
Four door coupe, we in the back
Eyes glazed red but the windows all black
Shawty givin' me head, hold it in don't yak
On my Tom Brady shit Callin' me
me up
I mean funeral service, Tom Ford, 3-piece suit,
Wake these motha fuckas up
Verse 2
Y'all keep talking that big shit
You keep your mouths open
smiling and waving her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Oh, Buffy's pom-pom just blew to bits
Oh no, Mitzi's head just did the splits
God, my
VAN LINGLE MUNGO
Words and music by Dave Frishberg
Heenie Majeski, Johnny Gee
Eddie Joost, Johnny Pesky, Thornton Lee
Danny Gardella
to hear him sing his song
Watching the world go by, surprising it goes so fast
Johnny looked around him
And said, "Well, I made the big time at last"
Don’t
Johnny got up one morning; he went down to the company store
Got him a big box of bullets to fit into his .44
The store man said, "Son, are you
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
are you.
Johnny died one night, died in his bed, Bottle of whiskey,
Sleeping tablets by his head. Johnny's life passed him by like a
Warm summer
by sayin'
I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'ma lightening streak
Uh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
smiling and waving her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Oh, Buffy's pom-pom just blew to bits
Oh no, Mitzi's head just did the splits
God, my
I head down west to the A-1 Burger
Where the french fries are fresh and you might get murdered
Or what about Johnny's pastramis and shakes
So you can
the first line when I pray
I know life is never fair so i play by my rules
Got my head up in the sky now I move like I'm flawless
Tom's got too much pride
face
Tell me where did he go, I want to know
Where did Johnny go?
It says, "Picture unavailable" right here
More than sad, it makes me mad to know
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
I'm gonna get me a new Bob Dylan
And see how long he lasts
Make him out of vinyl
Put him on my phonograph
He's been looking kinda see through
Just
Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
This story I'm about to tell
They'd tell it better than me
But Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
So
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