Lyrics:
Winter Johnny I Love Everybody

And I sure don't like the West I can't stand the North and South boys But I sure love all the West No I'm on the West Yeah, I dig it man I got women

of the window there, and dropped it in the toll basket. Up comes the gate, and out comes... Johnny's Camaro, Johnny's Camaro Johnny loved his

a punk, I knock him out and then I pee on him Verbal gymnastic master tactics Niggas styles is softer than a sixty dollar mattress But I refuse to bend, I

and tears on the beats My brain rest upon the hip-hop lexicon That I acquired in the decade of work that people slept upon I don't rap, I recite the