Lyrics:
I will not drown
All I really know how to do is survive
Next time that I come to your town
I be the fuckin' headline, uh
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
the fuckin' headline, uh
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
I'm not supposed to be this person, I suppose
I'm not supposed
a deputy and he caught him by the arm
Saying Johnny come and go with me poor boy
Johnny come and go with me
Johnny come and go with me poor boy
Johnny
and find the poet's tree,
johnny rockwell you know it's me,
my past is a matter of when and if, not a matter of fact,
pressure and precious,
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
Lunatic
My young niggas ready to spend it, I don't care who they get
I'm a motherfuckin' fool, lookin' for some foolishness
I only call this bitch at night
right
I'm ready for war
Young Hova, holla yeah
I got the fifth, niggas
You have to pick niggas off of the ground
When I pick niggas off with
the man of her dreams and she was trying to line him up in her sights
Johnny Lo knew she was ready to go but not with Peggy Sue, it didn't feel right
And so
right
I'm ready for war
Young Hova, holla yeah
I got the fifth, niggas
You have to pick niggas off of the ground
When I pick niggas off with
ain't ready for the end game, my Killswitch has Engaged, no time to explain, I'm a go insane
Good lookin' out Dende, good lookin' out Dende
Nice guy, not
the cam while I roll up a gram
Reppin' Triple D we the south side
Always going in never outside
Soon I'm leaving Johnny's with the mouth wide
All ice
bottoms
Got a .38 in my damn Nike box
Put the F&N by my damn wifey's socks
Ain't no competition, I'll be damned I'mma stop (y'all ain't ready)
Do I talk
(Come on)
Check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown
Ch-ch-check, check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Put aside the petty
Tell your chum to suck a jetty
Conversations to a halt
clready forgot my guns are ready
Justify your jumbled dredge heap
Left right left
Left right left
Left right left
Left right
Grab your swords and get ready for the mothafuckin' battle
Fools talk shit,
This one is, um
A short rendition
In which, uh, me and a pianist mate of mine
By the name of Prince Paul
I shall not relieve, I mean reveal,
faithfully looking for a come up getting ready for The summer
V1: I remember going to free lunch
Playing with the Johnny pump
Cool the whole block down
on the 'Tech
Workin' like a stain, I can't get attached
Wrist a Johnny Dang, diamonds by the batch
Hoe'n so official, raised like a champ
Certified nigga, hit
Friday night he was down by the bar
A couple big mean guys had their eye on his car
Johnny laughs asks these guys who they are
They said take a step
Tough act to follow not too good in your shoes
(love comes a-tumblin')
You see the train come you know what to do
(love comes a-tumblin')
Johnny b.
you can dream about bein' this up to par
But not even Johnny Mathis can tell you what your chances are
Competition I'll drill em, and definitely
to three bubs?
No we're not doing that one
Pinty:
The only guy I know
Is a guy by the name
Johnny Bunghole
Let's hear it Johnny!
Wilbur:
Get ready ya
Boots with no laces stuffed in my jeans
Boots with no laces belt buckle on me
Pocket full of faces got a grin me
and I'm ready for it
Tell by the way
the trenches
I'm not gonna buy any lie from the wenches
Ooo, I'm ready
I don't care for the risk
My stare is compared to the flares on my wrist
I'm rare like
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