Lyrics:
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
happy bitch you inna way
Been thru it all dat I can I need a break
We been involved by the end of the summer Forget it all
John snow have a new bitch by
John Hardy, he was a desperate little man
Carried two guns every day
Shot a man down by the West Virginia line
They saw John Hardy get away
They
the middle at the top by the gate
On the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He
back at the plate
But swing and miss on the third time
And your bills are paid by the state
"Don't you worry 'bout healthcare,"
John Q stated,
old colored feller who the folks was always fond
I don't even remember what his last name was we always
just called him Uncle John
Why I remember when
Long John walkin' around in the rain
He's long gone Lost John
Long gone Lost John
No hat on his head no shoes on his feet
He's a beggin
old colored feller who the folks was always fond
I don't even remember what his last name was we always just called him Uncle John
Why I remember when
a girl in the bar
Walked up beside him
And this is what she said
She said, a woman came by
With a letter for you
And this is what the letter said
on the city lights
Collapsin' on the upbeats or relaxin' for the night
He steps into a crazy hotel, the desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-rope
What does he mean by
band, daddy?"
"He's one man and he's banned by television and radio..."
"Young whipper-snapper!"
Well it seems that ever since I was born
Somebody said
himself
Friends kill me with John
Friends kill me with John
Friends kill me with John
My guilty come to me, I punish you such a crime
By binding you in
sheep by night
There's no grass for them to eat in winter
They'd keep the sheep in the lowlands until spring, see
It was like that then and it's like that
(Cut that shit up baso)
(I got Mikey, we fuck shit up)
It's forever Johnworld, and you know that we steppin' bout it
Dissin' on John, hit your block,
I wanna belong to you, I wanna be yours
I don't wanna be mine anymore, I wanna be yours
I wanna lose my ego, I wanna be possessed by you
I don't
Richie
Who, by the way, was a Commodore
One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle-tooth boar
Who couldn't breathe right since the Vietnam War
Then
the tunnel
Had his captain by his side
The last words that John Henry said was bring me
Cool drink of what ‘for I die lord, lord
Cool drink of what ‘for I
struck one
Julie came runnin' through the pasture
She was screamin' at the sky
She fell down to her knees
And the tears did fly
Little John was stung by
[Featuring John Doe]
John Doe/ (Vex):
ohhhhh
yeah
(John Doe, this sound like the Sho Shot)
yeah
?, that flow like the breeze
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI)
New Lyrics
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
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