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Jon Jones
Hip-Hop/Rap
Jon Jones was released on June 7, 2024 by Binbag Recordings as a part of the album Binbag Charisma
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Release DateJune 7, 2024
LabelBinbag Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Williams-Hashemi
Daniel Williams-Hashemi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Slash
Johnny Slash
Producer
James Gosling
James Gosling
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Where's Johnny at
Dropped another bodybag
Solid raps, running round the city like a proper Slag
Where's Johnny at
Dropped another bodybag
Solid raps, running round the city like a proper Slag
Where's Johnny at
Dropped another bodybag
Solid raps, running round the city like a proper Slag
Where's Johnny at
Dropped another bodybag
Solid raps, running round the city like a proper Slag
See, I'm burning down the towers like it's 9-11
High on seven different types of liquid hypertensives
For my hypertension, this is my final lesson
I'm shooting sniper weapons, no survival ending
Yo, I'm running out of secrets like I'm Epstein
Prostituting women in abundance like a sex fiend
See, I'm a master in the dojo
Frodo, running round the ring like I'm Stone Cold
Austin, creeping through your doors like a locksmith
Watch this, snapping you in half like a chopstick
Toxic, double-blades katana through your optic
Got sniff, searching for my mind but I lost it
Boshed it, couple grams of heroin in one lick
On this, looking for my sanity, it's gone quick
Not sick, hot shit, got piff, robbed it
Soz kid, mocked it, long dick, dropkick
I spin heads quicker than the clock ticks
Off sick, busy cracking tinnies in the mosh pit
I'm singing carols like I'm Vorderman slaughter them
That's every person in the audience
I ain't bragging about it either
All I want is baccy or a maccies for a feature
I'm Joey Essex, wearing loafer dresses
Shooting sofa sessions, teaching yoga lessons
Mr. Cannabis Sativa
Canapé's, a bag of haze imported from Geneva
I ain't thought about it either
Finger fuck your mother till she suffers from a seizure
Teaser, pulling out my dick with a tweezer
Creature, hiding all the bodies in the freezer
The beat bangs harder than my leg kicks
Sex flicks, frothing at the mouth, call it Nesquik
Take piss, sniffing up my balls and my smeg dick
Next chick, all I want is chicken breast and head quick
It's Mr Never win a mobo
Rather sit and drink and fucking kick it with the hobos
Eyes slanted like an Asian dad, grade I smashed
Got me thinking that ill rape a slag
I'm only joking but I ain't though
See I'll shove my fucking fist through your a-hole
Written by: Daniel Williams-Hashemi
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