Lyrics:
call a muthafucka John Doe
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the windows
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here
by The Bell
Everyone is coming to your house
(Coleman Hawkins and Lester Young
Buddy bolden and Charlie too
Calloway and Armstrong
Al Cohn and Sam
So we rode around fighting Fast on the horse like lighting
Respected by the plains Indians who said we fought so fierce like bison.
From Civil
I'm redundant Paul Ryan Jeff InHoff
And John Barasso you can all collectively
Kiss my whole ass hole
I'm not some casual rapper so let me take you
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Calling, calling the ATL south and the whole entire world
Get up, get into it involved
Looks like a job for the Goodie Mob, lets work
Standing
away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker
Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing here with broken wings
I have seen
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
knew
You know old Ronnie Reagan
He was a shoe salesman's son
He got himself in the movies
Yeah, he impressed everyone
He thought trial by fire
knew
You know old Ronnie Reagan
He was a shoe salesman's son
He got himself in the movies
Yeah, he impressed everyone
He thought trial by fire
It's no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killin' 'em
We was duckin' roulette's in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand
a large explosion and they were surrounded by gunmen
But Sandy wasn't phased
He knew this was the work of John Hook
His brother
With all weapons pointing
Well you can wait by the railroad track
Won’t be no trains coming and goin’
You can wait but they won’t be back
Won’t be no trains coming and goin’
Williams Street bitch here's your damn standing ovation
And the n'gga had the mf nerve to cry & cross me
We brought you in Bitch
We made you Bitch
Huh
It's
When you go back to the origin of the Transatlantic slave trade
It started in 1555 with a man named John Hawkins
And he presented a business plan
a demolition
I'm steady on a mission with no intermission
Cramped up in rough conditions like a Cessna in a hurricane
I get my best nuts standing on virgin
(Steve Wilkinson/Lawrence Corky Lang/John Heaton/William Wallace)
You called me by her name again
Thinking I was her again
When's this ever
you need help to die Thats something I’ll can give a hand in
See I’m standing on my ego
So I’m taller than you people
If I loose I’ll take the dopest
of flesh, for eternal flames that boy robin y'all
From afar, man we born at stares
Like we raised by Joseph
Fire in my heart, ain't nothing gonna stop
Like
is John Doe and I'm wanted for murder
I didn't mean to do it but my temperatures blew it
Remember it well, seems like the other day
Now I gotta stay
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
the stars
You see only night
Like a homesick sailor
Luther's standing in the window
Watching the world
Floating by him tonight
Luther's hands
Once
three men were seeking him. The men were already standing at the gate.
Peter hadn't seen these men. He had no way of knowing they were there except by
a spastic-ass crack-addict claiming to take his last hit
Your blue balls fit firmly in the cock-pit, of all your dog-shit bought by the public
But not me bitch
.png/300px-Standing_on_the_Corner_(40150284300).png "Standing on the Corner")
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