Lyrics:
ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand
play with with that
But watch me rock where Liberace flashed
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash
the prosecutor right back, Johnny Unitas
Perry Mason, Gary Payton
Double M nigga, I live amazin'
Dope boy alumni, such a classy unit
All double R's
We ain’t gon’ choose no side.
All ‘em boys gonna die.
Me and mine gon’ ride. (gon’ ride, gon’ ride, gon’ ride, gon’ ride)
Yeah! (Dom J)
Bitch.
man, Johnny Cash
Puff the reefer
Sometimes mix it with the hash
Hard to keep up, 100 yards dash
Beat your feet up
Jumpin Jack Flash on a muthafuckas ass
born to rule my domain
Album ain't even in stores, they tryna sue me for my name
Shit insane, so berserk, never complained, I just work
Chasin' after
Havin' baby after baby by the same old chump
And then the day came, he left the dame shamed
But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game
Pimp
Yeah haha its your boy 4ty7ven
And im back with another one
Here to expose those who need to be exposed man
Haha hey yo now sue me lets go
Never did
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
a big o'l bed to fuck you and all of your friends
I'm finna finish in first never in last
We don't love keke we only love cash
I'm finna grind
I'm
To the western sky
Johnny Black is waving to
The runaway train
Draws horses
On the cement walls
A good boy in need of cash
And your life's gone in a flash
of the Johnny-Jump-Up
After leavin' the third I came out by the yard
Where I walked into Brophy the big civic guard;
'Come 'ere to me boy don't you know I'm
blind train
Unique individual, you can go read it in my name
Lives through out the map, chew out your rap
My crew 'bout to snap
Snap, snap, snap at any
That boy talking to the feds he a goofy
Leave a nigga on his head spin a rooni
I won't judge you shawty my name ain't Judy
Foreal I think I'm getting
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
this
I gotta believe in somethin more than that
Like Johnny Cash I'm the man in black
[Chorus]
[DMC]
Yo yo, this one right here goes out to Jam Master
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl,
the cash, speed off on a rocket ship
Boy you ain't who we rockin with
Stand in my way ain't no feelings involved
Knew from a youth the boy a go far
Yeah
Know
another rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin shit up like never before
Pimp slaps, makin snaps
Cold cash money
Name's Toumi
Fire breathing hell raising heathen
The demon butcher's cut from the
Belly of the behemoth
It's all cold and fly until we're
In
Alright y'all
Gather round the campfire cuz I'mma tell a tale
A story bout a boy who was young his name was harold
A good person lead down the path
on her tits
Solid gold pussy and a diamond on her clit
Smoking on a Marley with a Barbie in a Rari
Bran off the Molly dabbing diamonds at the party
Johnny
meanness
Go live your happy, stupid life
I just hope they know your meanness
Maybe your kids or your grandkids or your wife
Your grandkids or your wife
Your
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