DOVE: This one is a short rendition in which me and pianist mate of mine by the name of Prince Paul... I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my identity... (Girl in background: That's not funny.) So, I think we shall begin like this. Are you ready, Prince Paul? You're f**in' us up, man! PAUL: My playin's good, man! DOVE: f**in' us up, man! As we begin again... rude interruption from our audience... (Background laughter) Here we go. Oh Johnny You got a bullet in your forehead, boy Don't you understand, you dead Buried six feet under the concrete Ooh-aww-oh That's the noise he made when he got shot But Johnny's still dead Still dead Thought about his mama Thought about his father Josephine Nobody could help the boy when he hit the concrete Ooh-aww-oh The last words said by Johnny But now he's six feet under and he's dead Our next song we'll play is called Jenifa, we'll be back in a minute.