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tears from her happiness
Her own little son named Johnny be good
Was gonna make some motion picture out in Hollywood
Bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye Johnny good
fell down to his knees to pray and he cried Lord Johnny please don't shoot
Before he got half way to sayin' amen well old John shot him out of his boots
till Spring.
He said, "We've been sold out for months and months
And this poor insane fellah wants
A front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing."
Well, he
and bones, are getting distanced homie
And I'm not a clingy person
But these acts are not by intentions homie
Your lost
And I'm searching for your soul
I'm
Katie flashed a smile and gave that Teaneck man a hug
He said, "My name's Domenico but my friends all call me Doug"
Said he could have their money back by
couldn't pay
Cockles his muscles alive alive 'o
Smashes his bottles of unholy water
And it's go Johnny, go Johnny go, go, go
Back to the churchyard
even called up this place
I saw you though, today, walk by with hippie Johnny
I had to call up and say how I want to take his place
So this phone call
even called up this place
I saw you though, today, walk by with hippie Johnny
I had to call up and say how I want to take his place
So this phone call
the basement all day
Smoking tonnes of reefer
He told us if the fridge is not stocked up
He'll plan the attack
Whips out his Ouija board
Swears Johnny's never
em don't get bite by the snake
This thing can attack from the back I bet u feel my pain
[Johnny Richter:]
Hardcore to the brain I bet it make your
I hit my plug
I hit my plug, and they say he got the pack
Kick it to ya brodee, yeah, and I'ma run
it back
Bitch, get off my back, I think you
you out, sending you back to the dugout
We goin up to your microphones pullin the plug out
Superior, alumni criteria, we the MCs that you make
You've got a crisis on your hands
Cuz I fuck up the butt
Yeah I'm a fag
And if you don't watch out
I'll hunt your men down
And then fuck their backs out
on that sun dress I like so much?
Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up"
Whoa
Throw your suitcase in the back
Whoa
Done gassed up
books ain't cool no more (no more)
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'
God bless America you know
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever
here any minute
I need your help, Davey
I gotta to write this and I can't hold a pen
Johnny, they've found us! We gotta get out of here!
No! I
Tulane and Johnny opened a novelty shop,
Back under the counter, was the cream of the crop,
Ev’rything was clickin, and the business was
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
words, when he find out his hoe be throatin
I'm the realest one up in it, ho, I told yo' ass I'm chosen
Don't stand by me while I'm smokin', cause
(Can't be vexed; can't be moved; boy, don't touch me)
Now, listen to me well, let me tell you bout Johnny
Back in the ends, by the end of the road
It
[Johnny Cage (Egoraptor):]
Hey
Welcome to Mortal Kombat High School
You're the new transfer student from Street Fighter High, right?
[Ken Masters
Johnny was a shoemaker
A captain he'll be by and by
With a brave and gallant crew
A captain he'll ba by and by
With a sword and skyglass too
And when
Johnny was a shoemaker
A captain he'll be by and by
With a brave and gallant crew
A captain he'll ba by and by
With a sword and skyglass too
And when
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