Lyrics:
on the back
Am i John Henry on your tracks now
Then watch my hammer go blow
See i am not your fifth wheel
I'm not your last phone call
You will take me
William Henry Harrison, typhoid fever is why
John Tyler's diagnosis was a stroke that made him die
James Polk's death came at 53, cholera was the cause
the limit, I ain't come here to play, or come to shit where I lay
Who in that six blunt, clipping his tray
Sippin' some Ice Water, dipping with Rae
Tipping
losin' my focus
Ash tray full of doobies and roaches
In the parking lot rollin' a blunt, in the middle of some funk
Dudes got to dumpin' bitches, haulin'
CatTalk blunt look like a Louis Slugger but I don't play baseball
John Travolta when I see the opp cause we gon' face off
Keep a .223 right by my hip
father Druillettes pray for
Sick Ojibway families
These whitefish leaped into the nets
Of Alexander Henry
Welcome home, every bird is singing
Welcome
Aquí seguimos cabrón, agarramos el microphone porque tenemos el flow pasate ese blunt, lo siento ma bro vamos a entrar a hacer el show como el puto
in the mud
I swear down im done with these chumps
I was in the back of the pirate radio, now im on stage like right at the front
Crowd's like a blunt,
man, I hit him soft
Wait, you wearing a lace front?
Every time that I light up blunt, it smell like gay skunk
I ain't even conservative, nothing's wrong
hanging off the blunt, don't ever look at me wrong
In my heart piece stolen, Julio, I'm dirty
Up in the Arizona desert, where the shit get ugly
All my
me
I don't got no time to grieve, I'm John Wick on a killin' spree
Parabellum 23, I know his soul gon' follow me
I don't got no time to grieve, I'm
punch ya babe, Dipset
Fur beavers, big blunts and things
Byrd gang, Byrd gang, ow
If there's a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya
they say
Donny Hathaway free-fall from a balcony, he swings
As the blunt ash falls into the ashtray
I could see my whole life fly past me (did I?)
laundry
Probably smoking a blunt, sippin upon a Don P
Now all these whack rappers is beyond me
And the fact they think they
Nice that alarms me
But like
will be second to none
And of course Henry The Horse dances the waltz
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
The band begins at ten to six
an aching heart, on that gal of mine.
You can here my hammer, you can hear my saw.
Gonna sing it like John Henry all day long Lord, Lord.
[Chorus]
and gone, they've took it and gone
This nine pound hammer is a little too heavy
For my size, honey, for my size
That nine pound hammer that killed John
heart, on that gal of mine
You can here my hammer, you can hear my saw
Gonna sing it like John Henry all day long Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, I
Jesus Christ, Fanny Brice,
Wolfie Mozart and Humphrey Bogart and
Genghis Khan and
On to H. G. Wells.
Ho Chi Minh, Gunga Din
Henry Luce
an aching heart and a worried mind
You can hear my hammer, you can hear my song
I'm gonna swing it like John Henry all day long, Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time,
stole my nine pound hammer
They've took it and gone, they've took it and gone
[Chorus]
That nine pound hammer that killed John Henry
Ain't a gonna
since
Columbus sailed the shores
From John Hawkins to Henry
Morgan and many more
They all loved you for your
Beauty and your wealth
But cared nothing for
still bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts, drink Bud Light beer wit' Buzz Light-year
Wet from here
Sicily Italy bad bitch lotion glittery
High off smoke I smoke after victories
Blunt to the head like John F Kennedy
Bout to take flight out of John F
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