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Johnny Boy were an indie pop band from Liverpool, England which consisted of two members; the London born Lolly Hayes (Lorraine Hayward) and the Liverpool resident Davo (Andrew Davitt, a keyboard tech for the Manic Street Preachers). Both of them, when asked about their roles in the duo, commonly specified them by giving the generic answer of "Vocals, loops and guitars". more »

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You can call me true God
Never lose a lot
Hot shot
It's the real plot that I got
Just to put me in a bigger spot
Master flows and a melody
Putting out a bar for a better me
Crew is like a bunch of pirates
Headed for the seven seas
Really feel angelic
So these bitches call me heavenly
Nah
So the tires about to spin
Like the rims when they start to flip
Always stay on fire
So I'm staying lit
Never Crip
Always spit
Different shit
Never hesitant when I mix
Like the president looking bent
(Stupid bitch)
Got to chase the gold
Yea I really want the bread
I ain't ever finna fold
Cuz I always look ahead
Stayin on point like an arrowhead
Goin through ya head
Now you looking dead
All I see is red
Bout to put you in a grave
Like I said

Wow
Strap a bomb across my chest
They read my palm, this is my test
Not feelin calm I'm really stressed
A firebomb just leaves a mess
I ain't really tryna clean
I'll just leave it to the teens
Always watching on they screens
Every single one of them thinking
That they the Queen (bitch)
Till I stab them in the spleen
Getting blood all on my jeans
Now they hear of Augustine
He can't even f*ck with Gene
Now I'm sounding really mean
(Really mean, is that me?)
Oh, someone has to do it
While the rest are looking stupid
Always singing bout the money
But not really sounding fluid
Druid of the modern age
Put me on a speaker
So you knowing what I say
All these rappers make me rage
So I'll throw them in a cage
Wait until they turn to phage
Now they lookin disengaged
I can't even turn the page
Till I leave them with a bang
I ain't even gunna brake
When they say I start to break
I ain't even gunna run
When they say I start to take
So what the f*ck you feeling
Just another villain hit the ceiling
With some penicillin while I'm tilling
While the bars I'm reeling 
Got to start the drilling
Leave them chilling
With the songs I'm billing
They always tryna match it
With they matches
But they turn to ashes
Got to turn them up to gases
No the games are not no classes
You can't study I'm a classic
Keep on splicing like a hatchet
But you'll never have the passion
Like I have it
Gain control you'll start to crash it
So let me keep on rolling
With the punches
Say you got the numbers
I ain't seeing nothing
Are you really tryna bluff it
Tryna send me out with nothing
Then my dick you keep on sucking
Keep it chill with all the stunting

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