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The Spiteful Chant

ScHoolboy Q

Section.80

2011

dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood

be faithful, Johnny Cash, walk the line for that
Otherwise, I'll just be single and I'm fine with that

Girl, why are you playin' wit' me?
Girl,

Ransom

Lil Wayne

Young Money Year 2K9, Vol. 1

2009

me in yo' dad
I'm the same yellow boy that used to play up on degrassi
Can pocket twenty thousand to be anywhere they ask me
Cash like Johnny, Banks

the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis

line for you 
call my phone up ya know I pick the line for ya
Johnny Cash I'll go ahead and walk the line for ya 
Even at the beach I'll go cross that

been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even

like a genie
Call up my plug I need it I'm feening
These niggas be lying
These niggas be acting like Johnny Depp
I jumped off the porch then I took

dripping in sauce
They mad by the way I speak truth
All of this mumbling, I feel it coming and
Niggas ain't inspire shit to the youth
They be telling me,

films 
Castin' Burton's sloppy seconds, Johnny Depp to act in em' 
This pot came to smack the black of the kettle 
Hip hop isn't my forte, I guess I could

Full Of Rage

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Nobody will survive it’ll be your last day alive

mary mary do emerytur
Z tych jebanych stu złotówek i nie kredytów fuck twelve PDW
Jeśli czujesz to w powietrzu to podjechał plug to mój plug

Album

It was hard to stay awake but
I missed the ways in which I felt today
Back with Johnny on the couch, while we sat on yesterdays
Reminiscing 'bout

not talking bout pogo
I think I might be in love with the (cocoa cocoa)
I think I might be in love with the cocoa
I'm smoking gas you can tell by

Walk up in her shoes, how many miles can I shoulder
We livin' life, we just tryna smile when we older

Coldesac, my bro, Johnny, Danny Metroski
Pickin'

about that in another rap
My words have meaning it ain't crap
We ain't gon' sleep or take naps
Me and Johnny we head across the map
"You can't rap you

the top
In the rain new whip got candy paint
Cartier shades to blockout the lanes
Diamonds on my bitch like Johnny say dang
She said I got big nuts so i let

revenge
The metrics
The slander
By legacy standards
I look to be helpless
And stranded
They've taken advantage
I've taken my damage
Just wait till my album

that you should go fear bitch 
Ayo Johnny hold me back fo I go off it though
When they hear this KQ album they gon hit the O
I love to play with a soft

“Lesbionicle Chronicle”by Rhune Kincaid and Diana Van De Kamp
Diana:I’ve got Joanie from Mad Men in my sights, And Kate Upton in a lingerie pillow

Johnny Blaze

Produced by Bvtman

Intro 

The grim reaper
Quick to give you all the jeepers creepers
This is special so adjust your speakers
If you

Inflicting this karma 
Johnny didn’t. Just come he was locked up in the slammers 
Wrongfully accused by  preposterous
big grammar, No lamba !
Government na

calling that the broke code
Pull up McLaren, I forgot to keep the door closed
Nigga know I'm rich, Ian fucking on a dork hoe
Know I stay with the cash, I

Yea, my nigga doing time he ain't a bad dude
All they show us in the Ghetto is the bad news
I was taught early on that the cash rule
Don Perrión, hit me

Ludzie szeptali po melanżach, sobie kogo dymam
Każdy mi dawał złe prognozy, zmiana pogody na
Ciągle deszcz, deszcz, deszcz
Pada tylko cash, cash, cash