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Winter Johnny Evil On My Mind

about my baby I got evil on my mind When I think about that woman I got evil on my mind It brings teardrops to my eyes And sends chills all down my spine

to zaire a dark shadow of a tree against the winter sky you know my hands are too cold, my throat is too dry i be building in all up in my mind and

my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed Mental slave grip on your brain like white people My music will dominate the population like black people Utilize my