I feel like deaths around the corner
“nah, don’t make me call the porter”
Man but this ain't no sign language
John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch
I got something you've been waiting for
Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more
So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive
Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life
Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john
At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton
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
U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
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