Songtexte:
Cash Johnny Death And Hell

, and the dogs were fed, and the stars o'er head were dancing heel and toe, he turns to me, and "Cap" says he "I'll cash in this trip, I guess. And if

age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums Where the shots echo, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get

easy) The smoke didn't kill Johnny (kill Johnny). The drink didn't kill Johnny (kill Johnny) The junk didn't kill Johnny (kill Johnny). And the women didn't kill Johnny

of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O.

twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By

1st. and I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed

Large Gunshots] [Verse Four:] [R1:] Shots heard was the code to detinate and take more souls, my crew rock and tell from the bullets and it goes, once

of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O.