Lyrics:
a bicycle, grab a tri wheeler
Fly high nigha, I go high knees
Right by niggas, on a plane
I'm a sky dweller
Siamese five eye niggas
Gotta muscle head
Like I'm
John gacy
U fat boi, Eddie lacy
Face messed up like you Beetlejuice
Uh shoot you in the head like John Wilkes booth uh
I gotta sleep, little bow peep
You
to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti
Step on the block, they wanna be like me
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me
Step
split the wiggidy-water
[Chorus: x2]
You intrigued by the way, we do our thing
Do what?
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say what?
Pick up
line like dominos
Midas touch, all the shit I do always turns to gold
One by one these bitches fall in love like dominos
Stay beside me like John
Yo Eddie
Statazit
Religion is rap and the booth
Every word is Phentonil
Every bird is flexible
Religion is rap
And the booth is the confessional
Cash
They'd never seen a reindeer in overalls
And a John Deere tractor hat
Santa jumped in and said: "Just calm down
'Cause we've all got a job to do
of my name?
I like the ladies, sweet and serious
Not those hoes, that plays, the game
On every Tom Dick and Harry
Shawn Jerry John Nick Curly Moe
You can act stupid if you want to
Never play by the rules, do just what I want to
Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth
Now who
John, Paul, George and Ringo
Are going to be reforming as The Beatles in 1993
Things skip into action immediately
George buys the film rights in a flurry
dared
Mr. Wonder, then Sir John
Miss Madonna played by Paul
Even royalty
They have to leave by dawn
As they play her
A sound like a prayer
She
yeah, struck a nerve, sucker
Motherfucker, might as well let my lips pucker
Like Elton John, 'cause I'm just a mean cocksucker
This shit is on, 'cause
at the last moment ? especially in ?B? movies. And when America found itself having a hard time facing the future, they looked for people like John Wayne. But
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
killing me
My second pack of cigarettes
It's a slow night but there's time yet
Here comes John from his other life
He may be driving to his wife
But
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
that
'Bout that, 'bout that
Bitch, I'm 'bout that (yeah)
(Maybach Music)
Livin' like a movie, Eddie Murphy checks (uh)
Holyfield crib, Eddie
make you do some strange thangs
I don't know why I idolize gangstas like tony montana,
Lucky luciano, probably cause they went out bangin
Gangstas like
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
juice from the fucking light poles
Shout out to the Bronx, nigga!
Aye yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid
Bombing the D train and hit
to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
Sir John
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by
guitar!
Make me feel good instead like BARK BARK BARK BARK
Haha... This is "Smile More" by John Tyler
at these pictures, just so sloppy
Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti
Feed the nigga to the sharks after dark
Man fuck this shit I thought
Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye
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