I 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
trespassing Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin Get off my premises A yo Lord is you a friend of his Mouth him back to John and show
(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 on
(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 is
track man you diss yourself so drunk that you nearly pissed your self and if you come whack uh you rish your health im the one that made LL ring the bell sharp
(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),
drippin like John the Baptist, it's the cause of that "Oh shit!" The skits I kick, flows like catfish and got many emcees on the blacklist I'm sharp as
a big grin with a Mac-10 Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em All beige suit made out of white women With the red lipstick dancing to John Lennon With the
. Meet Tony and me at ten. And walk tall! A-RAB: We always walk tall! BABY JOHN: We're Jets! ACTION: The greatest! ACTION and BABY JOHN [sing] When
, I 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
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
(feat. Lil' Jon) [Intro] OK, OK, OK This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz You already know how we do it homeboy It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes
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
