Lyrics:
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man,
Born of an actor in Maryland,
Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage,
Bound to die at a tender age.
Stars in the roof
Smoking the boof
Shooting my shot
Like I'm John Wilkes Booth
Stars in the roof
Smoking the boof
Shooting my shot
Like I'm John
and day.
In the Inner Temple in a cell divine,
You can lay your lover in peace sublime.
John Wilkes, take your last chance tonight.
Under the moon, oh
What were you thinking, John Wilkes Booth
I've got your wallet. It's sitting shotgun in my car. And if you want it
We can meet today and make
John Wilkes Booth
The man that shot Lincoln
Was born in 1839
Lee Harvey Oswald
The man that shot Kennedy
Was born in 1939
One hundred years apart
cause he gon' tell and time will too
Send the addy we I linkin' want dead prez like John Wilkes Booth
When you getting money gotta hide the wealth
I be
some wings like it's in the name hahaha Redbull
You can't touch me that's the truth, I'm the best still in my youth
Shoot you like I'm John Wilkes Boothe
(Kenisha said you're welcome HOE)
Going Shanghai on the Sony
Just to give em red or blue
And I jumped right out the Lincoln
Just to John Wilkes
wanna-be's,
cin't never gonna-be's,
I'm surrounded by slander, jealousy, negativity,
c real man don't gossip,
TMZ.
(Ha!)
(Yeah!)
OUTRO
John Wilkes in
to lay a verse down hit the studio burn the booth down
Shot jackboi in his back bitch ain't no killer he John Wilkes Booth now
On gang I can't let shit
and John Wilkes Booth
And Alexander's
King and Graham Bell.
Ramar Krishna, Mama Whistler,
Patrice Lumumba and Russ Colombo,
Karl and Chico Marx,
carrying John Wilkes Booth
He was down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
He was down there
carrying John Wilkes Booth
He was down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
He was down there
the moonlight
John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like
Ay, bruh, I go ham for dead presidents
And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic
Jesus Christ, Fanny Brice
Wolfie Mozart and Humphrey Bogart
And Genghis Khan
And on to H. G. Wells
Ho Chi Minh, Gunga Din
Henry Luce and John
want a world where I can tell him the truth
About everyone from Jesus to John Wilkes Booth
About how they lie in the house and the senate too
And only
and John Wilkes Booth
And Alexander's
King and Graham Bell.
Ramar Krishna, Mama Whistler,
Patrice Lumumba and Russ Colombo,
Karl and Chico Marx,
the Beatles
Shoulda really gotten back together
Talk about the truth
Mantle or Ruth
Fabio, DiMaggio or John Wilkes Boothe
Don't let's talk about
like I gotta take my spot
No shots 'cause I hate getting shot at
John Wilkes-Booth put a bullet through your top hat (No shots)
They tried
at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Now take a look at Blood Diamonds
Brutus killed Caesar
And Judas killed Jesus
John Wilkes Boothe killed Lincoln
And you
the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth
changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner
See I be what John
going for the kill, focused on a steady plot
John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot
You listening to hip hop's finest
You rewind
Lincoln when he was watching a play, what can I say: John Wilkes is in this booth today. I founded this country and I’m here to stay. Not to set a precedent
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