This here a song, is about John W Smoke Junior It's about bein' in love and lovin' the love that's hatin' the love the love and the love and the hate that's lovin with all It's around the love that's hate that's the hate that's the love And the love is the love that is the hate that's hatin' the love, it's lovin' the hate It's about John W Smoke's mom, it's with his mom it's about his mom it's about his mom it's about lovin his mom and bein' without his mom and lovin' the hate that's hatin' the love and his mom and all the time they're there Hatin' the hate that's lovin' the hate it's love it's the love that's hate And it goes somethin' about like this John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke John Smoke, oh John E Smoke Whaoh John E Smoke, John E John E John E John John, John Smoke John E Smoke Here we go John, John was a little crippled midget lesbian boy but stood ten foot tall with a knife Pretty soon the mole had appeared on John's left leg and real black it extended out 469 different miles and veirly veirly it was 69 different nuns speaking simotainesouly to John in 69 different languages And then it evolved itself and it was the legless dog that became a cycle in John's fater's fore head And there is was like a twinkie with a haylo storm in it and it revolved down into the sky and talked to John like he was a little puppy himself And John said that I am not the magma, I am not the crust and I shall evolve when the rain had come down here and was hed on John And he said that I will be a cigerrate butt before it's all done with And they said no, you are the flame itself and you shall burn pure in the South American sky where the blooddogs worship the stairway John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke oh John Smoke, ooo OW! John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke oh oh John E Smoke oh John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E Jooooooooooooooooo And so brainlessly leglessly hairlessly the foil tip top of itself, and revealed to John that the kiawe twe laxury liner extended out of John's left side And so it had preach you in Mars with a saram backwards and up waralve they did evole Downward they fell like a thin sheet of waste plaunt it with would come over John's body His body was no longer the tribe vehicle express itself And he could be the dog and the dog's eyes which had blood comin' out like they were roped around John's leg and pulled him up, like he was a canoe and and he flew on the live peasents himself, the South American where he was in mathe
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Copy to Clipboard: This here a song, is about John W Smoke Junior It's about bein' in love and lovin' the love that's hatin' the love the love and the love and the hate that's lovin with all It's around the love that's hate that's the hate that's the love And the love is the love that is the hate that's hatin' the love, it's lovin' the hate It's about John W Smoke's mom, it's with his mom it's about his mom it's about his mom it's about lovin his mom and bein' without his mom and lovin' the hate that's hatin' the love and his mom and all the time they're there Hatin' the hate that's lovin' the hate it's love it's the love that's hate And it goes somethin' about like this John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke John Smoke, oh John E Smoke Whaoh John E Smoke, John E John E John E John John, John Smoke John E Smoke Here we go John, John was a little crippled midget lesbian boy but stood ten foot tall with a knife Pretty soon the mole had appeared on John's left leg and real black it extended out 469 different miles and veirly veirly it was 69 different nuns speaking simotainesouly to John in 69 different languages And then it evolved itself and it was the legless dog that became a cycle in John's fater's fore head And there is was like a twinkie with a haylo storm in it and it revolved down into the sky and talked to John like he was a little puppy himself And John said that I am not the magma, I am not the crust and I shall evolve when the rain had come down here and was hed on John And he said that I will be a cigerrate butt before it's all done with And they said no, you are the flame itself and you shall burn pure in the South American sky where the blooddogs worship the stairway John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke oh John Smoke, ooo OW! John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke oh oh John E Smoke oh John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E Jooooooooooooooooo And so brainlessly leglessly hairlessly the foil tip top of itself, and revealed to John that the kiawe twe laxury liner extended out of John's left side And so it had preach you in Mars with a saram backwards and up waralve they did evole Downward they fell like a thin sheet of waste plaunt it with would come over John's body His body was no longer the tribe vehicle express itself And he could be the dog and the dog's eyes which had blood comin' out like they were roped around John's leg and pulled him up, like he was a canoe and and he flew on the live peasents himself, the South American where he was in mathe
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