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But I weep for all I failed to be
Maybe I can help the world by leaving
Maybe that's the me inside of me"

Aw, hell long weekend for everybody!

split no bullshit once you get hit
Death by strangulation with Rosary Beads
If you strict catholic
You're Arabic, King of Nazareth
I'm John Huston, listen

I was nearly drowned by a goddamn priest
On the day that I was born
Daddy's little demon from the
Tip of the womb
They try to hide me like kiddie

to the Jordan
In accordance with his father's will
He received baptism from Saint John
To fulfil his work and ministry
By this he wanted to establish for us

meals on high floors
My man took a hit, couple mill in a dry war
Eyeball, John Wall, couple
Killers, they on-call, i
Matter of fact, scratch that
They

the plug like I'm John Carter
Got cigar in my mouth, I'm the Godfather
Leviosa  the plug like I'm Harry Potter
Take your bitch to a island, it's Total Drama

Thinking they're sinking my ship quit quick
All aboard!
From the state where they think we
All mate with our cousins
With no indoor plumbing
Moose by

sheet, looks gorgeous
You must've heard wrong, check your sources
Silly rabbit's outsmarted by a tortoise
Lyrically, they got balls on their noses
Porpoise

Minaj by my sons (O oh)
You do all your flexing for funds
I run on you laps and you fun
I know I'm the chosen one
I don't see how you let nothing but

and play it cool but I know you a lick
Weighin' the money up just like a brick
We got them tips, female John Wick
Walked down like it's Jason
I don't read

Day Is Dawning
by Andre Andersen / John West


Once I had a Dream
Like a voice in the distance
Call out from the night
Asking me for the answer

upset her
But this I can tell you
I never even met her
(He never met her)

John Kelly was a chief of staff
Like I needed one of those
I never liked his

leaving the town
I was gone by first light
In the morning 

Lay me down easy now
Lay me down Slow
There’s no place to stay
There’s no where to go

I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon
1888, midnight in London
They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard
With the rap to match it and the track

Beats by Esko
Ik ging van rennen op de streets naar rennen op de beats
Wanneer ze vragen op bureau vertel ik helemaal niets
We blowen smoke in de

the window of my sightin' shower
Just gon' fight by the hour and still lyin' down but I'll 'low her
How are so many man not hip yet? They ain't taken a trip

Sunday afternoon
It's safe to say the HOA would have a heart attack
If they stopped by on a Saturday
And ever walked around the back

Behind that

What if every limousine 
Was jacked up in John Deer green?
The cover of a magazine 
Was all about boots and jeans
What if every penthouse suite

típí
A už si prestaň robiť z toho vtipy
John Lennon by ti povedal: Give peace a chance

Já žeru kvítí a lesní bobule
Mé tělo ví, že to je jediné
Co mohu

for all I failed to be (I failed to be)
Maybe I can help the world by leaving
Maybe that's the me inside of me"

Aw, hell
Long weekend for

We love Burt Reynolds in Cannonball Run
John Wayne ridin' into the sun
Richard Petty in pole position
The dirty version of "Family Tradition"

by'n
Æ Sjækka opp konto'n og der va det stappfoillt
Sjøl om æ hadd satt aillt te livs
Æ Står på å jobbe men fæste og ture
Så læng æ og kroppen min trivst

Má logika má zvláštní svět
(haló, je tam někdo na tom konci vět?)
Rap je sport
Pilujem flows někdy si přijdu jak John Connor
Svět je plnej strojů
Já

concentratieverlies
In stand by stand ontploffing
Ik moet stralen en mensen die ik jou laat zien kan ik breken of maken
Ze willen rijk en beroemd zijn en iets moois