Lyrics:
John Foreman
A livin' baptism in the river of Jordan
Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell
Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well
Big Jim Butcher was the king of the hill he ran his business with a deadly will
His foreman John had a pretty wife the way she looked cut Jim like
grill, George Foreman
STF like John Cena
Feels like a misdemeanor
More than friends and we super
Seen yo nigga, he's no shooter
Clean it for me, no odor
coming
Over to my crib, come in
I'm infatuated
Plus you got the braids in
Love faded
Everything you got I been wanting
All in my grill, George Foreman
STF
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy"
Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay
Anybody got any special requests for us to do
John Henry?
Lemme do John Henry then and we'll go...
Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch
[Wyclef]
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch
rice all with all my mother fucking Jimmy Johns
I sprinkle little parsley on the side and let that baby bird fly
Roll that dice, loaded pair, make me cry
Well. You know. I just got to laugh. These folks, they about half crazy. They came back inside drenched to the bone. Farmer john handed out towels.
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch
Theatre Theatre it's all a big performance
You're in the hot seat sweating like a foreman
I'm grilling up beats call me George Foreman
Brought up
Of that, there was no doubt
‘I'm sorry to drag you out like this', the foreman said
But our man, he just shook his head
‘It's an honour for me to be here',
a key to my place
I'm not doing anything wrong
I'm working hard, and when I am not
I take liquid shots to the dome
Mr. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
companionship
Than a Peterbilt, extended?
Packing only the foreman's freight
And an interstate diesel blessing
Singing, "Heaven is a truck"
The 710 is
Kindly do that for Liberty's sake (Whaa)
Yeah and what I hear in here and
Maybe John do you hear this
Um, "Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
"
"You
you pull his finger
Lonnie, Lonnie, Johnny, Johnny
Peanut Butter
Johnny may not be a shop foreman, but he got a call from Larry Norman
Johnny got
And Michael battles Lucifer for
Who collects ya and Hitler killed Jews while
Schindler freed ‘em
And Foreman was the champ until Ali beat him
Mobutu was
John Wall (Wall)
Still ride with the warrant (Warrant)
I'm talking Paul Wall
Balling like Paul George
I'm talking George Foreman, yeah that's the grill
I seem to have lost my patience
Waiting for the clouds of dust the custom cutter brings
Well, the foreman called to say
He would be here any day
already know what I'm on
In the past tense I wearing Sean John
Now we out here with bunch bad jawns
It's in my genes got a pair of ksubi's on
Keep my
the
Third installment
Took some time to focus on the
Live performance
Now we got the product
Watch me grill it for em
Like the newest Foreman
I got the sauce,
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