Lyrics:
“Done!” cried Jack, who ran all the way home to tell his mother how lucky he had been.
“Stupid boy, now we have nothing!” she was very angry.
She threw
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
your minister
And you can save that speech for
The sisters of the church
This is America, jack
This is all about corporate
Takeovers and money makeovers
Wells and Zapata, the dead vote Johnson in
Forged signatures and ballots in Box 13
Coke goes home to Junction and he spends his days
With his wife and his
took a Nigga jeans
7th grade sellin to the fiends
Billy boy started talkin shit
So Jack the nigga cracked him in his ribs
You can find his body by
to the south, to the east, to the west (throw your hands up)
Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest (throw your hands up)
And show it to 'em like
Jack
Ayo B, my name is Jack
Or P.Dough and don’t ask whys that
Crap
Bird just shat on my Lonsdale creps
I gotta take em back
Bro put hash in the dash
We
to the south, to the east, to the west (throw your hands up)
Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest (throw your hands up)
And show it to 'em like
or maybe jack and sprite
A case of Coors light and its on tonight
We talking about a party down on Johnson's farm
Late night country trouble we don't mean
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Milonakis' stream
And tried to touch his johnson
My stream of consciousness
Constantly leaking consonants upon the beat
Incontinent concerts in three
Different
can get things done
She said I've never seen his face
But there some things a woman knows
I don't get carried away
By lonesome shadows or fading echoes
tags, no bells, no collar
No one there to holler
"come on, Jack, come home"
Come on, Jack, come home
Holds his tail straight up in the air
Can lick
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
winds blow every season
Taken from home and from kin
Jack is strong
Biggest pumpkin to have his own song
Now I always knew Jack was special but that
There was a man whose memories were made up,
Of nothing.
He pushed the elevator button, and go home,
To nothing.
Yes his business had prospered
hi-jacked at a drive-thru
It was at the Jack in the
Box that he always drive to
The jacker pulled the gat out his
Jacket and Jack eye's grew
At life you don't
I'm home.”
He was wearing a trench coat. With beer it was stained.
And his shirt was clawed to shreds by Shirley Maclaine
He had a fat face
Cause Jacks on the couch passed out with his mouth open
Led Zepplin, Stairway To Heaven
Stay in step cause anyone can have a weapon
Just like Chad,
broad day
Kids outside I tell them hi and wave
Hit the side clutch and recline way back
Heat on my lap in case somebody try to jack
Just need some time
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by;
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
unfortunately chained to
He spent many years in solitude until he met a beautiful young lass
By the name of Mary Jack Ann
She was a beautiful and kind misses
But
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