This is a song about "The gospel of john"

Draw it up like mr.booth, pray to jesus that gospel truth/

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

And everything is purple

Cause his girth spreads the gospel

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john