Lyrics:
it's beer pong
Toupee Knock his wig off
Took his bitch to by a real one
I can't stand the rain
And I can't stand to stand to close to Niggas
I was
and setting' at the table is our drinkin' buddy jack.
We're joined by Captain Morgan and his cousin Jimmy Beam; here comes Jose Cuervo; they ask me how I've
Now, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are saving up all their money
When they come home from work
Sittin' by
Now, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are saving up all their money
When they come home from work
Sittin' by
later tonight
A king this fair deserves a little bit more
Noble knights and followers a palace on the shore
An army of soldiers, fighting his wars
But
Room service bumpin' Kain on the newest song
Holdin' gats knowin' everything I do is wrong
'Till I hi-jack the sky flyin' on a unicorn
Downstairs with
Hemingway by Dan Johnson
John was a soldier, from deep down in Florida,
He turned eighteen on Key West.
The Army would get him, and as soon as they
Jack Frost
His skinny little frame aches
There's cuts upon his grazed face
Trying to find a safe way home, that may be long
He looks above
on that old mans list
And half way home he was shaking his fist
Cussing that cloud of dust and boys like us
Boys like us are misunderstood
A little
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
Ahhh
Heard young Johnson wen't and got a new Ford
Still got the cellophane on the dam doors
He don't work on the count of his back
Only cripple I
to me
More Buffett more beer ah ha yeah I'll play any song that you want to hear
A Bob Marley song or a sing along a little Jack Johnson yeah you can't go
Corvette
Monty lowering his head
Malcom in the middle
cnzolone n we added Jack
Jacobs bout to buckle up
Gardner Johnson on the grass
Champions cuz we
fa, I'm feelin' like Nuk
Ain't no playin' by the rules, cause I don't go by the books
Nigga disrespect me, then his ass gettin' cooked, nigga
Uh, like,
I was standing by the window yesterday morning,
Without a thought of worry or of care,
When I saw the postman coming up the pathway,
With such
Daddy's home
Huh, so?
You say that like that means somethin' to me (mmh)
You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin' time (oh, yeah)
For you
Power to the people whole internets why they camp at home
Kid was flakin' hard barely shakin' so
This girl would call him on his home telephone
Parents
When I drove into that parking lot
For the first time peepers round was on the dot
By the stink of that cop, ain't got a lot
Well we were lookin' for
wants a game
He put the golf ball in the hole
And at home he plays golf on his games console
An illegal drop in the pro shop
His name's Mike Balls
down Georgia Avenue by the house where he grew up
And every time we pass Jacks Cafe big ol' tears fill up his eyes
He says that's where I met Sue
and A train
Now I got 6 homes, 10 cars, 8 names
I might be Charles Johnson, John Bronson
Oscar Martinez, Omar Swanson
And don't front, I'm jingelin baby
I got thooties that oot, I'm on go
Fuck what you jack, EBk on my own
And I'm camping infront of his home
Grippies on deck put the beam to his dome
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