Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money
You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/
Man, i'm not even incest,
Life has put her to the test
Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe
Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow
We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats
That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes
John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch
A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge
And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore
Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more
I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won
U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john
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