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chart-baiting piece of crap, packet of gore
And I know little Johnny’ salary is high as hell (At least a million)
But I can rip-off Hendrix’ licks just as well
I

fucking with you
You gon fuck with me
Like I'm fucking with you
2 Benson watches on the same arm
Johnny Nelson charm like yeah yeah yeah
Black owned til my

touching chilli cus we always taking risk
Yo nigga he a bum, sitting at home cus he a bitch
If the johnnies snatch me up won't say a word I plead the fifth

DO WE WANNA DO THIS? (EXCLUSIVE)
by Gordon Pogoda, Johnny  Elkins & Carsten Lindberg

Don't ya feel it when we touch like I do
It's a force about

In L.A.  by Johnny Hatch

Driving down the old freeway
The 110 takes us to the 10 to play
In LA 
In LA

Silver Lake, Hollywood
Venice Beach

Nightmare
Nightmare

It's automatic
Lysergic Nightmare Fuel

I'm feeling hazy
Madness is waiting
I'm sick of being so stressed

I feel the fear

Walking down this narrow street
I hear the echoes of the feet 
Of those who came before me 
If we could  shoot the breeze 
Would they share my love

(Intro) I hate this place ya heard Yall in a different class all by yall self As Johnny would say yall belong to the P.U. It’s an inside joke so

Walking down this narrow street
I hear the echoes of the feet 
Of those who came before me 
If we could  shoot the breeze 
Would they share my love

to fold
And we call that life
It's a feeling I can't explain

Triple J by the pool
Summer days after school
This is what good friends do
Take me back

Shout-out Johnny Def for the breaths I release
Join me on this quest yes I'm going are you?
Where you from my nigga buckle in let's eat
Hungry to create I'm

the page and
find out 'bouth Zsa Zsa Gabor. Look down and see another pantyhose
ad, flip the page and find out why Johnny can't add.
Everything's the same

through

Cutting down the trees burning the ground
Where's Johnny Appleseed we need him now
The sky was blue and the air was clean
Now the grass is dying

Rapper Gone Bad

Rick Lee

Don't Hate the Player, Hate the Game, Vol. 2

2005

hold a, mic in my right hand
And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand
I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d
I see us after

are dim
The band is playing old Rock & Roll
That’s when I spy this little lady
And toss her a grin
Comes over to my table with a walk like sin
Grabs me

crashing business full of dope and blues, help me momma
i got the showbiz blues

solo's (a a b)

Jivin Johnny was dumpin
Dry leaves on my new pair of shoes
i

Think Back and Lie of England

Skyclad

Folkemon

2001

(It's a load of old John Bull)
Cruel Britannia ruled the waves, Empire
oiled by toiling slaves. White flag stained
St.George Cross red, and blues

A bitter low is coming soon
So bathe me in a warmer room
We'll settle by a sunny sill
And if the snow comes earlier, still
I'll miss you but you'll

get away with being mean
Shooting stars, dungarees, band aids on both of my knees
A big old house high in the trees, a little shack down by the beach

the t-shirts
Should've run it by me first
Is your back sore?
I bet your knees hurt
Is this another publicity stunt?
Thought you were rowdy
Thought you were

the t-shirts
Should've run it by me first
Is your back sore?
I bet your knees hurt
Is this another publicity stunt?
Thought you were rowdy
Thought you were

to si nai is nothing
Imana enyerem ego, onyem nothing
Amam na nsolu this girl Oga agbam shorting
Abialum for lace oresim cotton
Even after all my spending

material
I quit school so I can rap, he delirious
Johnny don fall by the niggas who defending us
The currency currency bad
Our priorities ain't in tact

How Could I Love You

Scatterbrain

Mundus Intellectualis

this town
But baby, how could I love you if you won't lie down?

I got a new girl, today she said: "Be my Valentine!"
Another idea popped in my head, I