Lyrics:
Well they hung John Brown in 1859
After his revolt did not go fine.
Trying to free the slaves was a noble cause,
Like putting one's faith in
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These
running for President."
"Live from New York, it's Saturday Night."
"Elvis Presley died today at Baptist Hospital in Memphis."
"John Lennon was
mad
Uh-huh
And I said
Hey John Michael Montgomery won't mind
If I take a song and make it mine all mine
Like I did so many times with old Tim
wise up
The news is not pretty
And so is the coast
It's really just...you know
The stools at the beach and the rule in the street
By the chiefs in
what we do. X2
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One two, one two three, counting pretty girls who be comin’ by me. Look around, look around and it’s all mamis, who wanna get up
John I need some help
More time goes on by
When I get left behind
John where did you go
Was it through the flow
Heads were left to grow
We could not
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
Demon John
There's no town the boy cannot belong
Why did you come here?
Is it to excavate all your sins? Boil within?
Slaughter like the daughter
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
I get a job and take off
The money of the cashier, stolen
I dropout again, I'm stunnin'
I did it again, I'm rollin'
If life is a keel then i'm bowlin'
feel a way?
Niggas gotta go get it by any means, no one’s safe
Im finna go Micheal Scofield once I’m paid,
Hit the bank and then turn the county
You was tryin' to make it outta there alive
Textin' John John like
"You still pullin up?" You
Was fuckin' terrified
You said you known for punchin'
For long dead villains
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
John Dillinger, I'll get you then
The sea took me in like all the rest
John
that i did get was when i went to rome , there was a man out on a balcony with a half ball on his dome
chorus
oh pope john paul wears half a ball ,
see is betrayal
It's like they keep trying more and more to subdue me
And only you understand, signed by yours truly...
by myself
Louie the bag
Gucci the belt
All on my own
Did it all by myself
Louie the bag
Gucci the belt
All on my own
Did it all by myself
Louie the bag
i'd never done the things I did
But tomorrow by tomorrow I'll be on the road again
I can hear the wild birds calling my name
Calling me home
John's down
of the town said to sheriff John Brown
Go and shoot those invalids right down
I said Sheriff
No don't you be cruel
It could happen to you now
What
writhing in agony, and just then Jack, Jane, and John (not me) walked by. But they didn't recognize him, so they did nothing. They could have saved him, but
bad about all this stuff i did
KW: Mm hmm jK: I guess the first question
I should ask is, who are you wearing?
KW: It's Ralph
JK: Kramden? Lauren?
thereof, he said,
It is John, whom I beheaded: he is risen from the dead.
For Herod himself had sent forth and laid hold upon John,
and bound him in prison
And they say for what it's worth
His mother was frightened by a donkey
Six months before his birth
And when the midwife heaved him out
The first thing she
Good God John
What have you done
You fucked up this time
It can't be undone
I remember you
Your face was lit up
They put a restraint on you John
I
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