I am popping like a snapping crack So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts Matter fact I am Farmer John milking cattle tracks
: (John Hiatt) I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid. I blew it all at the penny arcade. A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll. No pretty chick
With the, eye of the tiger, like Stallone I hit the microphone, my life can't be cloned by Spike Jonze While y'all busy Being John Malchovich, ain't even
: (John Godfry Saxe (1816 - 1887)) It was six men of Indostan To learning much inclined, Who went to see the Elephant (Though all of them were blind
ashes, y'all niggaz goin down [Streetlife] My dick! (My dick!) I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome Razor sharp tongue leave scars in
keep my head high, hand pon cock and pockets swollen, you foldin, you faggot ass fuck [Dom Pachino] Yo farotion never fails shoot at darts sharper than
suffer much pain Sharp glass migraine For you I'd lose my focus For you I'd swim a swarm of locusts John Frusciante: You show me everything You
your hair behind your ears Your tears, your silly fears I'd be your Teddy bear You'd choose the clothes I wear For you I'd suffer much pain Sharp glass
: (by John Prine & Iris Dement) She don't like her eggs all runny She thinks crossin' her legs is funny She looks down her nose at money She gets it
hogging like we balling for the heat I did it first for passion, man this shit least cost a G Warner Brother TIG, turn this bitch to Dawsons creek Poppa Johns
-PO-SURE And kept learning as my black ass got OLDER No matter what I just kept at my trade I made mistakes but still stayed sharper than a GINSUI BLADE
say I didn't know Cause while we wanna be N.W.A. they create the N.W.O. How many years, fo' mo' - so fuck the fake John Gotties Ain't got no Mazzeraties
ain't right Sometimes I'd rather have two dykes than five mics See I'm fat, my shit is mo' John Blaze than that I got John Blaze shit, and then I was
', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! [Inspectah Deck] Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana Ninja coma, pirahnas
know Lil' John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul Let me tell ya like dis here boy They callin' me to come back to the streets Sean P, A.K.A, or Sharp
mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady I'm John Blazin' when you see the arms razin' Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the
we ball hogging like we balling for the heat I did it first for passion, man this shit least cost a G Warner Brother TIG, turn this bitch to Dawsons creek Poppa Johns
