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Looks a mess Well I've wanted to do it for years Well I've wanted to do it for years Now I had a dream Well, more a fantasy Kip Noll, John Holmes
you meet your Lord and shepherd Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic Chorus: Grimm, B1
off dead, it's like your soul floatin' But I want my two dollars like the paperboy told John Cusack (Hahaha) We don't ride around here where they
the game You been fuckin' up the scenery" I know, I feel like John Cena Ain't no nigga seein' me Tryna rob me, they meet my damn Nina Ain't a nigga gettin'
it was Moses ignored fk the locusts evolved I'm a Plague to the cattle when I show you this lord I'm a late bloomer coming up roses Primrose path
don't seem to mind So the family's all ready to pray at the holy perch That's set up in the middle of the gun sale at the church Well we'll ask the lord
Stanshall, trumpet. Say hello to big John Wayne, xylophone And Robert Morley, guitar. Billy Butlin, spoons. And looking very relaxed, Adolf Hitler
the barn Haffi sing yuh owna song Can't compete with careless John Verse 1: I was looking a start, just a little ease off no one would help me
John, he's kicking out the footlights The Grand Ole Opry's got a brand new band Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand I dream a highway back to you
Shaquille. Right on your head, do what I said, backin' me up is the D [Lord Digga:]You must be crazy if you wanna mess with me. Cuz I am not the one, kid.
Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle, Me and bill packed the car in the pourin' rain. Witch and john were at the beer stand, gettin' sprung.
[Verse 1] Suicide bomb, from Al'Qaeda to the Qu'ran Represent your clique and our Jihad, bangin from God to Enron Bin Laden is still C.I.A. John
Well hear wicked man say them riding west Tell them that them buck up Inna Lord Jesus horse And Jungle Jesus gun and the Apache Dem who line up head
Off you go with the Magic Man I'll show you things, Lord, you've never seen
When's the holidays? Holidays, holidays I'm at the bottom of my bed Headphones on my head John Peel's show Feels like ten below The sky's a dull gunmetal
The early wormy gets the fish Jumped in my john-boat, I stow my gear I fire her up and when I am in the clear I sail across that water as smooth as glass
now I got money, put change on niggas How can you blame a nigga? Will I make it to the top, only Lord knows Growing up in the swamp made my heart
Lord, I got something that your money can't buy I know dudes that catch your body like a stage dive Cross over, move the work like they A.I Wolf
I know her by her apron And the dress she wore. Umbrella on her shoulder, A piece of paper in her hand, She gonna tell old John She want back her
Praise the lord, I was born to travel Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel I'm leaned back with the Les Paul Shit I smoke is like cholesterol
lord has a plan for all of us Mormons at the door they are clean and handsome Always have a good sales pitch Your little sisters swears that she can
up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota I wish some nigga gunned john gotti had went
Okay this is a song about killing everybody Let's all sing along now Dream machine, John and Exene, Smear campaign, And a swat team. Let's
Vivian Stanshall, trumpet. Say hello to big John Wayne, xylophone And Robert Morley, guitar. Billy Butlin, spoons. And looking very relaxed, Adolf
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