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we fucking smoking by the pound
Smoking so much, make us fall to the ground
Eyes roll back, fuck it, talk my town
Bitch, John Jack, hit a nigga in his

Caterpillar

Eminem

Book of Ryan

2018

a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it comes to slaughtered mics
I'm

effortless
About time you get hooked by the neighborhood illness

Fuck Jack, with the frost I kill you
Killer Frost, I'm a cold blooded killer
I'm the Wizard

he hit the road and in an hour he had reached Ontario

One night outside of Cornwall he stopped to catch some sleep
But not before he took a shower

gonna be fun
Down the road to the sea in the Sun

So pack your things And say goodbye
You be ready When I come by
We'll hit the road just like Jack
Don't

It Is What Is

E-40

Tha Hall of Game

1996

kites, makin' wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee
Keep my shank close by me when

Feel It

House of Pain

House of Pain

gimme some room, and I'll explode
Cock back my hammer, then squeeze off my load
So hit the road, Jack, and don't come back no more
Or I'll be moppin' up

Bangin' Screw

Paul Wall

Get Money, Stay True

2007

boys flop.
Like it or not I'm the game and 
I'm showin' up, keke got dat oil and we pourin' up,
Hit the club wit captain jack 
And big Steve

pussy, then hit the road on em

Guess they wanna shoot dice, guess I get my roll on em
When I walk in the room, all these niggas getting quiet
Nigga, hit

Wait Up

Q-Tip

Amplified [Clean]

1999

Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I'm in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin' artist
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I

(p) © 2023 John Piette
ISRC: QZF6Q2200001

THE BEST IS YET TO COME

When I was young, I saw them on tv
The music they played hit home to me
I knew

that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,

old John Deere
Sing another line about your ice cold beer
And then you pour a shot of whiskey down
And, hell, you're halfway there
Don't forget you've

my side
When the rubber hit the road
This rig don't dig no overload
Come on now let my baby ride

Ooo she's like a smooth stretch of highway
Ooo she's

yet they callin' me they nigga
Should I get the A.K. and jump like Jack
Or should I just reanimate the mothafuckin' Fac
My name is Spice 1, but I be

niggas gangsters graduatin' from St. John's?
I'ont follow no one on the road, I paint my own lines
Twenty gifties tryna swipe a Chevy, gotta make it mine

Swerving down the road, i'm rolling with my clone
We got poles in the foreign, and the pedal on the floor
John Cena, you can't see us through

Whiskey In A Bottle

Yelawolf

Love Story

2015

that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,

Go Go Go Go
Go Go Go Ghostmode
Ghostmode
Phyr
Yeah
I'm on that go mode
I could never hit the brakes
I don't go slow
I'm on that go mode
I could never

Charlie Quinn and Donte 
Cam Cimmy Ben Ward Sam Nick and Eric Von Lange 
John John Jack Slack Cole Hagan Andy P
Jack Ault Jack Baxter Dylan Smith and Patty

Mistaken Identity

Wu-Tang Clan

A Better Tomorrow

2014

goods back
I rap for writers that pack strap to rhymers that backpack
To 25 to lifers that jack MAC
We movin' ratchets, no Kat Stacks, it's magic
The way

Your destination's many miles away
And even when you get there, you can't stay
You've got to be back home by end of day
So you just keep on running

Words and Music by :  Bob Flick-Dick Foley-Mike
Kirkland/John Paine

This is a story about a hip frog.
And we're gonna pick up on it now and
he's

If I could trade every city light
for that small town Saturday night
the kind that winds up down some dirt road lit by a full moonlight
we'd be sitting