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Pod angielskim pseudonimem „mister john lancaster peck"
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be sweet music there! 
Speed away, speed away!

Shadows lengthen, night will fall
Peace descend upon us all
Matthew, John and Luke and Mark
Guard us in

like I'm John wick so Legendary
Don't play wid me you'll be deceased That shit won't leave me pleased that Shit won't Leave me in peace
That's why I'm

weapon make your big boys crumble

Rally chicken, from the box it flies
Rally chicken, spicy wing popeyes
Rally chicken, gonna peck your ass
Rally chicken,

weapon make your big boys Crumble

Rally Chicken, from the box it flies, Rally Chicken, spicy wing Popeyes
Rally Chicken, going to peck your ass, Rally

as a bitch in the stu right now
Instead of ringing my phone, I'm declining the call

Feeling like John Wick if you speak on my dial
You could die bout that,

La Schmoove

Fu-Schnickens

F.U. Don't Take It Personal

1992

doin what just had to be done
Now we in there like swim wear, girls callin' me hon
Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex
Nuff respects

Plotting n’ watching the movie no option
Bandersnatch boobies these groupies want pockets
Flocking to do me give neck like a ostrich
And peck cause I’m

We don dey make higher oh
We are going higher oh

[HOOK]
Right
John Destiny
Let’s do this!

[CHORUS]
We don dey make higher oh
We are going higher oh

Shhh. Gotta be quiet ouuu shhh shhh. Uhm no I need the water in order to breathe unlike Sandy. Roll with grim reaper like Billy and Mandy. John Ross

early nineties
We spraying shit nightly
Cause i don't take threats lightly uhh
I been popping off ever since
The mac got my pecks kinda tense
Next time

more memories than me
I can't believe my brain is gray
I need fucking glasses to see now
Saw me doin' shit, my nigga, you ain't see nun
John Cena
My

cause you know I ain't
friendly Gettin' head, smokin' in the back of a Bentley
Windows tinted so you know they can't see me
Somethin' like John Cena, I'm

on sonny's time 
now like peck curtis like  
little brother montgomery  
black-blocking art chords 
slowly curling out the  
blocks of new color like  
tony

a peck won't take us cross the fine line.
Oh my God her lipes just turned into some Bon-Bon's.
Now I'm locked, I wanna stop, Lord Jesus help me.
Oh yeah,