80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes
We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats
Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john
I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won
As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom
Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john
See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon
Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos
I got more murders on my hands than john has deer
Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear
Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan
Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin
Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying
The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting
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