Lyrics:
John William Tango

'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

pop charts That's why I grind from the ground up They see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, Ching bling [Chorus] [John Cena] Yo Murs, this John

got the lean Shit is leaning, it's to the left, it's just leaning, dribbling Like, like he gave it a bag of dugy or a bag of that Tango and Cash It's

the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode I'm dashin' all the media strikes, keep the media dykes As re enforcements for the fight And that alone will keep John

Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah come on Even if I died a thousand deaths When I resurrect, I'll still be Meth the jams will still deaf

A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an Archery, shots aimed at your heart then Daffy Duckest will

'em Bonafied to eat you like Frito Lays You can't faze and roll like the craze Cultivate the mind, train it to teach To write a book like Edward John

's a pissin' I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back Yo, yo half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon

name Tuck ya chain when I approach Nigga go against the grain now Can you stand the rain now Die hard fan Call me john john mcclain now Snake verse the