a lost body In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body But it's the odd shottie that got cats, likening me To the mob John Gotti rap
ll leave the pastor bleeding You ain't gotta ask the reason, I know it's jack or scheming You can see the tiger stripe J from a mile away Yellow white
Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the
's the 9 volt F*** the convo, here go the pyro G.I. Joe mixed with Desperado I ride low with a bomb in the armrest Prepare to snipe a f*** like John
turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my d*** without a condom on, while I'm on the john If I had a million
a lost body In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me to the mob John Gotti
I was a fresh ass DJ I'd be like If I was Jam Master J I'd be like If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like "Tune that motherfucker in" If I was Barry White
fuck You see 'em come You see 'em go You see 'em come again From my dick to Twiztid's dick And then me To Violent J's dick To Blaze's dick Try to grope
to fuck You see em come You see em go You see em come again From my dick to Twiztid's dick And then me To Violent J's dick To Blaze's dick Try to grope
Yo just man, gimma a heat rock man DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! easy Ya heard? We back, bitches Don't be
seen pop lazer beam glock What's a bird to a brother with a flock, wha'? They got some nerve to even try and share the turd On John J, flap a nigga gate
out robbin armoured trucks, if i had one wish, i would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss, im tired of being white trash, broke an
Let's get it on Kokomo John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird, yeah Another Persian legacy The Iron Lung Yo yeah, yeah, yo, yo Dart throwing, yo aimin' at
swingin fourteen inches and the remote she clenches But she's my Misses but she's his tonight And did I tell you John Holmes was white? Uh oh, we can
My people laugh, my people cry My people ride and die Harriet Tubman, Shirley Caesar Miss Jane Pittman, Juanita Bynum Maya Angelou, Bishop T.D. Jakes Madam C.J
back bumping P.E. number one. Free-styling in a genre I didn't create, props to Melle Mel, Chuck D, and all eight hundred thousand MC's on whose shoulders I stand. I'm just a white
rip it let's go! You know I had to do one right? AIYOO! Fa' sho [Verse: Joe Budden] Still on my grind homie The top pick you right pie homie Long John
wall white the wall white the wall plaster never catch on the white wall plaster never catch on you always have to do it with a big long (john?) white