Lyrics:
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man,
Born of an actor in Maryland,
Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage,
Bound to die at a tender age.
already there
They always joked but now they choke
On Sunday night
8pm (8pm)
BDSM (BDSM)
8pm (8pm)
BDSM (BDSM)
Three boys manned the booth
Booth booth John
What were you thinking, John Wilkes Booth
I've got your wallet. It's sitting shotgun in my car. And if you want it
We can meet today and make
Stars in the roof
Smoking the boof
Shooting my shot
Like I'm John Wilkes Booth
Stars in the roof
Smoking the boof
Shooting my shot
Like I'm John
the booth like John Wilkes
Kill your favorite rapper, then "poof" like John Wick
Boom, Click, Bang, all these rappers out here are
Doing the same thing, I
flaked
They want me dead
They tried to kill me, get it straight
Taking shots in the booth
John Wilkes for every take
They play games
Like my mental state
John Wilkes Booth
The man that shot Lincoln
Was born in 1839
Lee Harvey Oswald
The man that shot Kennedy
Was born in 1939
One hundred years apart
cause he gon' tell and time will too
Send the addy we I linkin' want dead prez like John Wilkes Booth
When you getting money gotta hide the wealth
I be
John Wilkes booth
How bout you
You? Ya not built
For this climate, truth
Getting hot in the kitchen
I'm spitten a scorcher
Stop with ya bitching
Or in
to lay a verse down hit the studio burn the booth down
Shot jackboi in his back bitch ain't no killer he John Wilkes Booth now
On gang I can't let shit
right out the Lincoln
Just to John Wilkes Booth
If you black yeah imma tip you
Other fuckas need some proof
Few of my siblings is felons
When we gel'n
and dusty, I'm young and great
To a old head, I'm the euthanasia
To the youth in Asia, I'm the truth
I move to the booth, like John Wilkes I shoot
My shot
It's Dagel in the booth booth booth
(No John Wilkes)
Jimmy
Bag chaser Hoe catcher
Two things you'll never be (Never)
Jimmy Kyle Dagel Yeah
That's
believe?
Father open their eyes so that they can see
Then i read romans 1
And i see that they know the truth
Still i'm in booth like John Wilkes but i don't
rock the mic
Imma killa in this booth like John Wilkes
So if my foes think of linkin' (Lincoln) they can get smoked too man I told you
(Well let's Be
and John Wilkes Booth
And Alexander's
King and Graham Bell.
Ramar Krishna, Mama Whistler,
Patrice Lumumba and Russ Colombo,
Karl and Chico Marx,
carrying John Wilkes Booth
He was down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
He was down there
carrying John Wilkes Booth
He was down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
He was down there
to John Wilkes Booth
Aiming at executives
While they screaming,
Don’t Shoot
Don't Shoot
I throw you niggas a curve
‘Round town they askin' me
IV, whats
Ain't afraid of the truth
Still talkin' real shit
Preach from booth
A couple sneak disses like
John Wilkes Booth
WLK JFK
Never roll in a coupe
'Hol
Wilkes Booth
And Alexanders King and Graham Bell
Ramar Krishna, Mama Whistler
Patrice Lumumba and Russ Colombo
Karl and Chico Marx
Albert Camus,
and John Wilkes Booth
And Alexander's
King and Graham Bell.
Ramar Krishna, Mama Whistler,
Patrice Lumumba and Russ Colombo,
Karl and Chico Marx,
want a world where I can tell him the truth
About everyone from Jesus to John Wilkes Booth
About how they lie in the house and the senate too
And only
like I gotta take my spot
No shots 'cause I hate getting shot at
John Wilkes-Booth put a bullet through your top hat (No shots)
They tried
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