Lyrics:
Millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fucking with (bitch)
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
(I'm
Mary
About Uncle John
Oh Lord, who's gonna tell it
Who's gonna live in the house
Right down by the side of the road
Who's gonna stand up in
Better rapper than your fave
Tell me who gon say what
Hella actors on a stage
Telling you they came up
I got Koolz, I got Scofield
Your mood done changed
Sitting at my mom's dreaming
About paychecks with loot
My ex-girl's boobs
And how to smoke legal like Snoop… (oops)
I'm interrupted by the door knock
the heads off of any man who danced a better jig
The Bradbarian's surly countenance was met perfectly by the animals he kept company with
The cat had
Who the are you! get off me jOHN WAYNE!
Bcby let's get hcgh, John Wayne spin
Bcby let's get hcgh
So here I go! To the eye, of the storm!
Just to feel
of activity
Paul says they're not going to play Japan
Ringo cancels his three year chat show plan
And John, who was never the quiet one
John stays silent for
Pull up like John Wick
Never miss a shot like John Wick
I will hunt you down like John Wick
Better watch your back I'm John Wick
I'm John Wick
Watch
the long hair
The name is Onwuka my dawg this ain't no John Mayer
It's the Chron Playa with the long hair
The name is Onwuka my dawg this ain't no John Mayer
just have a hard time missing my lawn
So I think I'll scapegoat Jack Frost
And tell John That Jack killed his dog
And who knows what will pop off
But
About Uncle John
Oh Lord, who's gonna tell it
Who's gonna live in the house
Right down by the side of the road
Who's gonna stand up in heaven
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
They're downsizing John's department
His hours got cut
But he does the best he can
And who's the richer man?
He picked up some work on Tuesdays
It's the one of a kind direct God expression who's confession is valid
Now the Priest and the Temple assistants
Sent by the Jews from Jerusalem came way
else who might have been running.
But, oh yeah, I remember. In this year that we have now declared the year from Shogun to Reagan, I remember what I
read it
Holy, holy to the Lord
There was a man, a pharisee
Who came by night to meet him
Said "I know thy teacher came from God cause no man can do
Help! Moby Dick!
Hark! Moby Dick! There’s Moby Dick!
See Moby Dick! Help! Moby Dick!
JOHN
This book got mixed in by accident!
LOST BOYS
Is there
Well, I reckon now’s a good time
To tell you ‘bout a good man
Who tried to help the world
Finally understand –
That it’s so wrong to judge another
By
Who, who, who, who are you
To come to my infare without an invite, yeah I said
Who, who, who, who are you
To come to my infare, let me keep it
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've
Holy John lives down by the water
Bathing sinners and he wants your daughter
Telling people that they'd better repent
Telling your daughter it was
wore them down
John turned red shook his fist and said I swear by all I'm worth
I'm no fool I'll find the tool that will cut through the whole of your
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