Lyrics:
I love myself
I love myself
I love myself
I am grateful to be alive
I am grateful to be alive
I am grateful to be alive
I am strong powerful
dead friends and witness the bizarre, horrid dictales as told to you by your favorite serial clown slaughterers, the ICP!! So who will be brave enough
damn hot
(2 Hot 2 Hot for t.v., why everybody tryna' ban Johnny D?)
Why some magazines
Don't wanna give me a spread
Could it be cuz Johnny D
Spreads for
support me Good times good times Spend with the people Wey dem Dey ginger me This life this life Just be doing good Cuz the good na key Good life good life
cyanide
It feels like cyanide
When you feel dead inside
And all you got is pride
It feels like cyanide
It feels like cyanide
When no one's by your side
Lord i'm humble
Now i look up just to tell you
That i'm Grateful
I remember they would treat me
Like i wasn't good enough
I been patient i been
for being lazy
I'm tryna make these ends meet I'm stacking up these green faces
And covered by Your good graces
Going hard on a daily basis!
Thank You,
[Johnny Cage (Egoraptor):]
Hey
Welcome to Mortal Kombat High School
You're the new transfer student from Street Fighter High, right?
[Ken Masters
shape
To both pleasure and offend you
And when you call, I shall obey
Be right by your side till my dying day
Yeah you've got me by the collar, babe
I'm
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
best friend, called by the good Lord
Que paso mijo. I'm trying to answer your call and uh.. I'm sorry but uh.. i'm with Johnny It's why. So.. I don't
said goodbye
This time
Not like before
It could be me but it seemed like I needn't return
That's right Little Johnny gets to go and fight his war
South Park
Or Martin Luther King
Where the youngers sling dope
By the swings
They tryn'a be kings
The only way to do it is the queen
I'm so proud
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
The Gypsy Prince's son was Johnny
He was bloody good with money
In the way hard men aren't smart men
But they seem to have that knack
Spent his youth
a locomotive, here he comes again
Meow said the kitty PUPPY bow-wow-wow
Go and pick your guitar, Johnny donæ?° stop now, oh baby
Backed up by a jazz band, layin'
wanna be Johnny
You be June
I’m a good wife
I’m a self-respecting, church-goin’
Apple pie baking
Lord knows, I’m a good wife
I’m a good, good wife
Lord
good)
Eighteen and over, I wants to bone ya (Yeah, baby)
Eighteen and over (Oh yeah, this is gonna be good)
Now wait a minute
This ain't nothin'
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
God is good, God is good
Yeah
God is good
God is so good
Where the band at
Coulda been dead
Man that's facts
Gave him my life
No take
life for if you live by the sword
You might die by the knife
Betrayal is the name of the game that we play
And we say good bye with the kiss of death
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
with good feeling
Moving on up in this building
Sky-high like cloud 9 – yeah it’s all mine
Need a telescope to find me
I’m in the sky where the shine be
and hella niggas with pumps
Ready to spray do a nigga up proper
Did my boy in good chopped him up with the chopper
See some more from the north Johnny B
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