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j.t.b. - terry jones lyrics

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i feel like john the baptist the way these b*tches yell off with his head
i feel like john the baptist the way these n*ggas cut at my neck
your mood is rudest, foolish, use it collecting silver like judas
i do this clueless, moodless, stab my back 100 times brutus

i feel like john the baptist the way these b*tches yell off with his head
they yelling they want me dead
they yelling they want me dead

thesе n*ggas they want me dead yеah
judas dead, yeah
brutus dead, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
(hook)
i feel like john the baptist the way these b*tches yell off with his head
i feel like john the baptist the way these n*ggas cut at my neck
i feel like john the baptist these b*tches yell off with his head yeah
they yelling off with his head, yeah
they yelling off with his head, yeah
369 days a year
369 days a year
369 days a year
they yelling off with his head
i feel like john the baptist the way these b*tches yell off with his head
i feel like john the baptist the way these n*ggas cut at my neck

since i was little, i been a target
(channing leigh) yeah yeah
foolish ambitions, my omens are margit
my soul is grafted, i’m feeling real godrick
they make me seem crazy, to f*ck with my logic
i’m taking my power back ghost
i’m feeling real swayze, she in my roadhouse dancing all brazy
i take her dirty you know that she lazy
watchtower hendrix i’m feeling real hazy, yeah
i pop the smoke, never pull triggers
protected by family, they all hood n*ggas
i’m feeling with ghidorah
rest in peace doom, gheedorah
(hook)
i feel like john the baptist the way these b*tches yell off with his head
i feel like john the baptist the way these n*ggas cut at my neck
i feel like john the baptist these b*tches yell off with his head yeah
they yelling off with his head, yeah
they yelling off with his head, yeah
369 days a year
369 days a year
369 days a year
they yelling off with his head
i feel like john the baptist the way these b*tches yell off with his head
i feel like john the baptist the way these n*ggas cut at my neck

(verse 2)
this last chick cut my face open and left me on the floor bleeding
i hit my knees, and i looked to god, and i prayed and i pleaded
i said please, give me revenge on all of my enemies, know that they hate on me, used to be friend to me
come to my hood, it’s free and accepted
b*tch i’m a maze in, yes i’m amazing
i put 369 days in, you cannot sleep on me this is not days inn
i got the flame and yes it is blazing
all my exes, living in texas, so i’m george strait
i’m feeling real drakish, you know i’m blackish, new one the baddest, yeah she is tatted, my nights be gladys, yeah

(hook)
i feel like john the baptist the way these b*tches yell off with his head
i feel like john the baptist the way these n*ggas cut at my neck
i feel like john the baptist these b*tches yell off with his head yeah
they yelling off with his head, yeah
they yelling off with his head, yeah
369 days a year
369 days a year
369 days a year
they yelling off with his head
i feel like john the baptist the way these b*tches yell off with his head
i feel like john the baptist the way these n*ggas cut at my neck
i feel like john the baptist the way these n*ggas cut at my neck, yeah
i feel like john the baptist the way these b*tches they off with his head, yeah

i feel like john the baptist
i feel like john the baptist
i feel like john the baptist

yeah

- terry jones lyrics

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