John McCain

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Billy Woods] Who is he really, William or Billy, Mr. Africa Bodega in Philly, knocking a milli outside [?] with Gilli- Cuddy, sock, chilly, cold vein take that to heart cryogenic Save his brain, he so smart, two brothers one arrow play We making hits but you just play your part Clap when it goes over your head Nothing to loose but your chains The great dame sitting in cars, waiting in the rain Reality is pretty mundane but it's no problem For me to sell you a song, take you home, meet my moms [?] I soon noticed you don't see my dad's picture The rabbi in the gollum, Sampson between two Philistine column Everyday I'm hustling Joseph Stalin, paradise for workers For markets value means that they jerk ya in vice versa Reverse the price they might hurt ya Let me buy your wife the white burqa [Verse 2: Priviledge] Lonely winter, cold shiver, so frigid My whole intention, so lurid, so livid My pole position [?] dome splitters Swords pretentious, stay wishing, we winning He sure to mention they fishing, we swimming Boy ring the alarm, we get it, kids kill it, flip it Quick like whippings, still spilling, so sipping Dissing the dissonance that distances Closer than Irish fist to pints of Guinnesses But James Joyce penmanship in Dublin [?] Finna get a rope to a portrait of a artist As a man so young, that's a hard plan Could tell you firsthand though son Disagreeing though I see why Bullets with butterfly wings still fly The pope of Greenwich Village and a hell of a guy These meddling rap bastards cleverly know why now [?] whiskey wild out, nightly [?] boy that's so hyphy Got a text from Madam [?] exchanging rough drafts A couple fuse tracks, I said thanks and threw hers in a pile With the rest of the trash