Lyrics:
out here beefing with my demons over rice
Holy smoke and Jesus Christ psychedelic out of site ...
TV Johnny can you turn my holy water into ice
If
of the believers enveloped by fear
Got that perfect attendance, Had to make sure I'm here (Ugh)
I'm surrounded by sin and then pain and the tears
Funny how we just
can't lie
Holy fuck she cry
Why the fuck she lie
On the roadside
Pumping oxide
My homie notified
She in east side
Crying by the curbside
Thinking 'bout
and even tattoo it
God it's so easy to be a phony
See me on your phone screen, but never see me when I'm lonely
Go from holy to horny real quick, but
with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups
on a gurney
Best friend
Snitching
Grab attorney
What's the reason
Being the muscle
When the muscle
Getting feed
By the rats and the truffle
Benjamin Franklin
Yeah
Man, this nigga Thelonious always give me somethin' I can breathe on
Bleed on
Shout to Johnny Smalls
Uh, this is ground zero I'm risin'
your man?
It's only Johnny 40 coats,
Sure he's a desperate man
Bang Bang shoots the buses
With his golden key
Hay-hi-diddly-I
And out goes she
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
on my behind
I’ve got Sammy and Larry and Johnny and Harry
Roll another tooter and we’ll all seem happy
Im a Bad Girl I’m a B-Bad Girl
Im a tryin’ but
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Thing-fish:
Now, dis nasty sucker is de respondable party fo de
with blood and we sippin' it proudly
Bringin' real peace and his name is not Gandhi
Can't go zombie, rocket like Johnny
Got some new clothes, ain't no
And a bitch by the name of America's on it
The same bitch that jacked my forefathers
And the Indians took my motherfucking religion
Place a holy Bible in my
Dealing Stealing Johnny's Apple Seeds
Slapped You With A Baseball Bat Upside The Head Until It Bleeds
Showing No Mercy Step Like Solomon Grundy
Hit Ya
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
And the band is really happening
And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
She's
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
And the band is really happening
And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
She's
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
And the band is really happening
And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
She's
of the flesh
On the outside: peace
On the inside: no rest
From Johnny Doc
To Illuminever
The Lord changed it up
When the Holy Spirit entered
REVelationNOW
up in our actions too
We crackin' em Johnny Macs and we cruise
The facts, we grabbin' His active truth
We happy when our Dad's in our view
Because
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Seven hail Mary's Amen
Holy Ghost feeling
Lifting up your spirits
I just want the glory
Most of yall niggas phony
Quick to call a nigga homie
God as my
through Daniel Abednego chosen
I'm finna go Rosen at UCLA
You see the way I rip up these pockets like Johnny Elway
Now get out my way
Jesus the way
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