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the Gospel of John.
Yes, the Lord's my shepherd.
What could be better?
And my home is a mansion in His house forever.
Cool!
Death ain't nothing, so I'll not be

can you give your full name and date of birth, please.

I'm John Ben-Wa Balls and i'm goin' up the walls
I went out with my mates to see the waterfalls

car
Or a tennis court
Or holidays in Greece
Or a house on the beach
Or stock market shares
Or twenty-one pairs
Of Calvin Klein undewear
Do you

like my name was nick 
They pull a canon on blocks where i live 
Coppers was smash on the blocks where we lived 
Auntie house we would dodge shots

[Mishon (Doe Mac)]
I'm in the house by at least 6 o'clock (that's right)
Playstation until I drop (ha ha)
Even though I sing the fun don't stop
I'm still

the Gospel of John.
Yes, the Lord's my shepherd.
What could be better?
And my home is a mansion in His house forever.
Cool!
Death ain't nothing, so I'll not be

I remember when I lived for candy and cartoons
I also remember the first time I ate shrooms
It was me, little John, Chris Vergera, and Joe
We all ate

New house movin out
Pull up in a coupe now
Windows all black 
So you can't see a thing now
Hands up drop top
Playing 46 loud
Have more to give now

name's 2 Hats, I'm in the glc
Shotgun surgeon is my occupation
I'll come round your house to perform an operation
Not qualified as a docter but I don't

Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my back
Dead bodies, handcuffs, and house rage
Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin gangsta brains
Me

you'll see that you're
timeless
House the rhymeless, they're asleep like Linus

I find this, very stimulating to the mind
But drives me crazy at the same

the wiring
Play with John Jiggs it's violence and violins
This ain't direct, this for all of ya'll-
Still will shoot a nigga in his foot, tell him walk it off

Take me back to 94

John Major was the prime minister 
20th January 94 
I was delivered 
I was the youngest 
The baby of the family 
My first ever

fire had this bitch on flames
And I’m like fuck yo’ couch fuck yo’ couch in your house just like I’m Rick James
This the type of flow that had Lue

go missing
They say you rot if you decide to settle

John flipped a house for more money
He still ended up poor and distressed
Sometimes he rents hotel

I’m so fly like Airport at my house like John travolta
I can’t lie bitch my neck cold like Minnesota 
Use to drill hit licks out the Toyota 
Got

here slitining ni**as Wigs whos the next on my list hitman assassin ain't no way you can stop this sniper style i take the town like i was John Muhammad

ass
She want a white boy with a G pass

Goody goody sweet girl you a brick house
Makin’ brownies and she lickin' all the mix out
Got a cake wobble

like Cash Money ( Dream Team )
I was born the same day as John Lennon life a story ( Life A Story )
But I'm on the same thing as Paul McCartney Inventory

Bronfman, aux Desmarais
En passant par tous ceux qui pensent qu'à leurs propres intérêts
C'est aussi ceux qui changent de nom si c'est bon pour l'image
John

dad
Ha, and I know that you mad, mad
We gon' run through your house
If the front door is
Locked it's okay we gon' go through the back
Wild boys still

a blueprint of his house like JAY-Z
Yellow tips in my gun like a daisy (Brrt)
I told that bitch I ain't shit (Huh?)
I don't know what you see in me
I spin

In the House of horrors
Every door running man
Son Of Sam now getting
Molested by Ms cunningham
Ms piggy cutting ham, pussy it was stunning
Man 10

She said grow up you're a big kid
In a small pond
What a let down
And who knew about that black hole
In the basement of your mom's house