Lyrics:
stuff
But there's not Much the minister's
Son can knock up
John Johnson sucks like Prince John's thumbs
He got hung more than Little John's Johnson
You're
By faith by works this how we get by you gotta be strong to survive In this day cause those that's weak just wilt
I'm in labyrinth
But I never wished for my little brother to be taking by the goblins
Never knew u existed til I was thirteen
Tears burst out of my
to become a John Doe (I'm Dead)
I got work tomorrow but a rather rip a show (Uhr)
Get lit some more
Then rehearse with the bro's
Fucking with all these
trick a little
I know you love the way I work the middle
You look good in them high heels, girl
You're so hood; we in our lil' world
Shoppin' sprees
of eligible young people
Standing amongst the crowd of adolescents
Struck by the nauseating mix
Of perfume and aftershave i look around
Still half expecting
people really
Some people really are
She had several cars, she had credit cards, a castle
Large master bathroom, gettin' a pedicure
Belaney by
was a little boy
By listening to sounds of music as a baby
And listening to a reecord player
You would pick up the sound and repeat what you hear
came
And lived a sinless life on our behalf
So that by faith we could be declared righteous
In Him
I can hear them makin' noise from a mile away, they
in the Carter feelin' like I'm Nino
John a legend, but we ain't no ordinary people
Might throw a seven, MAC 11 with the Desert Eagle
Hood Pope, I'm
[Whistling]
John Doe:
Release yo mind and slip with me between the crease of time
Cause peace of mind is the condition people cease to find
I be
flip
They could be my ex bitch or them kids on my dick
Little critics that'll never know the hell that I live
Acting like they ain't know me, when they
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
John Deere green
The end of a bunch of gravel driveway
Out here doing our own thing
Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living
Out
(Put your brain in gear)
Korean people live down in the hood
A little mis-fuckin'-understood
Orientals were slaves too
Word to this fuckin' red
What this world needs is a few more rednecks
Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
What this world needs is a little more respect
For the Lord
yesterday
Why do people never go and never change
Thank god for the children
Have Aretha teach her respect
Best godfather Sevyn ever had
I'll bring you back
time.
Half your billions should go to John Williams!
Now brace yourself as I reveal my brilliance!
I'm the master... of suspense, so intense,
No defense
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
an evil plan written by the Illuminati
Long before Adolf Hitler ever changed his name to Liberace
The details are spotty about him and John Gotti
They've
This is a work of fiction
Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author's Imagination
Any resemblance to actual
gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near
So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street C.E.O.
There was all
Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little bro'
In Statesboro and my little 'cause Mark Twain, all my
Folks that hang with
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