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on bitches made her my mistress This ain't no message Flow like a river Hoppin on any genre Buyin' those Dior Converse My bitch got jealous wanna feel precious
Look, I'm so raw, turn the oven on Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan She want a yellow nigga, corn on the cob Indian giver, slob on my knob
John was my best friend I thought of the times we shared And a tear came to my eye Cause it was pretty clear That I kind of missed the guy Was it
Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenadrine And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then Nail her, baby, say hello to my little friend Brit,
brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on While I'm on the john If I had
already have a friend Over and over she' reeling me in She says nobody has to know But I got to let her go So I have to walk on bye (She can't be my lover)
long stick I'm the rap game John Wick Real snakes nowadays don't hiss They up in your face, they give you a kiss Be calling you friend, be telling you
By the second verse, dear friends My head will burst, my life will end So I'd like to start this one off by saying Live and love I was young
close wit the rhymes that you wrote Don't be mad cause you broke let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh John Forte grab the mic roots sway it this way
Me and my crew in a little tour show Learned to flip the door with the money we've got. The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on Till one by
know I know I know they'll be waiting for me You chose to shatter my world forever by brutally terrorizing and executing The two sweetest, innocent
no reason to deny it, I have been saved by Jesus Christ Yes I have Ahh Praise the Lord guitar Play it Eddie Tell 'em about it John Well Even
Look I'm so raw Turn the oven on Chef Papa John I get the Parmesan She want ah yellow nigga Corn on the cob Indian giver Slob on my knob
love with the first boy She kissed in a casket God damn it (God damn it) God damn I miss my dead friend I miss my dead friend We buried your body
Men Old Friend What have u been up to Got a message in my dream That life may not seemWell So old friend dear friend Play this song over again When
I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills Man came by to hook up my cable TV We settled in
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk It used to be when things weren't right I do my share and join the fight And would surely stand
your beautiful hemorrhoids That's right You need to be friends with your hemorrhoids right Yes Yes Let's all be friends with our hemorrhoids With cream
gotta run They right on my tail Time for some fun Ain't no time to exhale They thought I was dead Saved by a friend Cause they missed they shot Now
love with the first boy She kissed in a casket God damn it (God damn it) God damn I miss my dead friend I miss my dead friend We buried your body
look me in the eye A couple thousand miles away You took me by surprise You left a message on the telephone From New York City, your new home You
A couple of years back I come across a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one-two-one man skitzed again Dickhead you and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends I
don't act like that I know you got my message, boy, call me back (call me back) Hey now, don't act wrong (come on) Be a real G and pick up the phone
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