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friend gonna dead you for this fatal attraction
Time ticking not a second going by without laughing
Went from 2 girls, to her me and a distraction
That's

Where  Were  You?  (I  Was  There)   
(Written  by  John  Redmon)  

(Verse I)    
Lord,  I've  been  through  the  strongest  storm    
But  I

day I am, it's a surprise when
I show 'em that I'm rapping; I don't even know what happened
I just loved it when I saw John Cena grab the mic

like a omelet
I do this for the people  sorry my people
I'm on my John Lennon shitt my cenotes grinding they grave paid
Pavin a new lane i got jay aim
No

complete
Until I lie beneath then rise or sink
Either one I'm dying to meet
That's fine with me
It's all good like Johnny B
I finally see cites John 3:3
This

even beat his coke headed ass
Think bout it often, doing harm cuz I’m controlled by the past
Got me scrapping wit my father while I’m coping with that

you mad as shit
Cuz she taking dick and she swallowed it
And You mad as shit by the way I beat up that clit
She dripping it
Yeah she dripping cum
She

expected 
I ain't even know what I collected 
Gained a father and a whole family 
New school with my old manners
New weather, new church, new state 
Cold

Drink, drink my father said 
Why don't you go and live with your mother instead?
Run, run, run away from home
With a bellyful of hate and a brother

that I'm serious, aye
If you spending a lot, don't even matter cause I got a lot 
To offer cause I know you been through a lot
Raised by your mother she

wanna solve the mystery of the guy next door
Who leaves his rubbish by our door
Well Sherlock Holmes would know
Yeah Sherlock Holmes would know
And why

the cupboard
A magician in the kitchen, shrimp covered in butter
Arroz frito with the beans dawg
Thats what a man needs dawg
I guess my father was a genius

out
John 2 an I'm going til Doe
Cold dead bloody an the lyrics are froze
Sickened get to witness get to hypin' the pulse
Cuz this beat'll bang your head

money on the way (On the way) (On the way)
Boy you know I’m making plays (Making plays) (Making plays)
John Madden how I call it
Bitch I got it, I don’t

occasion
Even to the end of the age
Do you accept
Yes father

I'm always ready to fight
Anytime day or night
Lifting up the name of Jesus Christ
Taking up my

the way towards center fold
Couples, by the set, get their swing on
And dancers tether with roped poles
Spirits hop for hops, double Dutch
Emerald sky

cowards die a thousand times
Written, mastered, produced by the same guy
I'm Dr Dre and Jay Z at the same time

Tell your girl to hurry and tell her bring

I had a dream last night
I got to see my father
A hummingbird told him
I needed his advice

First thing I asked was why
The fuck did you have

Joffrey now cut his head off put it on the fence

Yes I am a Barb that means I'm riding with the goat

Father-son the spirit aka holly ghosts (amen)

It's

Eucharist, Father Son, Luke, John, Mark I don’t know who it is 
Hang me up just like a crucifix, ay I don’t think I should be doing this.

crossed 
By a real boss 
Cry my ass a river little bitch then take the loss (splash noise) 
If these hittas talking shit 
Reload the clip and peel em off

the light I can show you the way"
After that the flame seized and the bush wasn't burnt
Still shook by what I saw
What was miraculously done
Then the ground

you saw a man with a cape
then you came to believe he was your father
journalism died for Superman
it was the year when they caught the Una Bomber

in

felonies gone
Cover stories, John Gotti, celebrity door
These niggas coon, shuck and jive
Ain't concerned with the ghetto
Illuminati celebrities who worship