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 fuckin' us up, man!      PAUL: My playin's good, man!      DOVE: Fuckin' 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.