Lyrics:
fuck with duos
Even though im solo
Pussy so pretty popped a photo
I go John Stockton on em pick and roll roll
I'm so John Stockton on em give and go go
Im solo in the nighttime in the morning I'm fine
Ill dance by myself I got some stuff on my mind
Im lone by my lonesome with a blunt n some wine
Don't
sick damn I gotta, cough, cough
Pardon me, but a part of me is lookin' for a harmony I'm
Lookin' for a bar or three I want a Cat that's friends with Tori
students
Reincarnation from legends beyond the grave
Bound by chains 9 to 5 designed for slaves
Changed the method like John Blaze, bomb the stage
Say
your hands, sing along and dance, dance, dance
Words and music: john jack jr/Ian McCaskie
2015 Dusty Boy Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Vocals,
Wolves in disguise
How you supposed to see 'em with the wool in your eyes?
Sheep to the radio, we fooled and surprised
They ain't never loved me,
your dog and you
Im john wick with the shit when I cock and shoot
Don't get confused I've been him
Even if I lose I still win
I seen closest kin switch
But if you're surrounded by cowards
You'll be too blinded to ever
Identify or see one
Can anybody catch me?
I feel like I'm falling again
My dance
a T-Rex
Your well advanced connect dance with thoughts
Deep like Barry White's throat box
The fix you done copped was mixed
Patrol high tower, my power
a T-Rex
Your well advanced connect dance with thoughts
Deep like Barry White's throat box
The fix you done copped was mixed
Patrol high tower, my power
Hitting my dance with my chain on
Shorty with me going crazy
Ima hit from the back with my Jays on
And nothing bout her ever lazy look
She throwing
insurance
Not your everyday occurrence
My rhyme torments MC's with the fear of God
You'll be cursed like Farad, and struck by the iron rod
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
see myself with John Malkovich
My grind miraculous, rhyme for slums to palaces
Facing all my challengers, raising the black-power fist
Here
Howling like the wolves in the forest
Hanging like the bats in the night
Feeling like we're in a spooky story
The creatures are out tonight
the bowl but honestly
I'd rather do shoes with the high and dro
Watch the Barry White pro
Sipping ice cold, nice with milkshake flows
The brain freeze MCs
then they fed me to the fucking wolves! (Hungry)
Same wolves raised me up in to a fucking wolf! (King)
I earned my seat at the throne!
I had to kill by
with taking sole credit
You'd better think again, 'cause I am not gonna let it
So he gets both our last names, and by that same token
runs the show
When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot
runs the show
When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot
on
Shawty gone bounce with my flow
She looking so cold, up there on the pole, like she dancing out in the snow
What's got her in a such a good mood? Only
Chatter chatter chatter
All this chatter chatter
They cast me out with wolves so I became their king
Everybody has vehicle of expression, I decide
there ain't no stars or stripes
Just thugs, a bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches with crack pipes
A vigilante gettin panties by some jaked up flake
Had to beware I was one of the wolves
One of the wolves
Yeah one of the wolves
Tracking for miles with the pack by my side alone in the night with
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