I'd rather you tell me to hit you later
There used to be a guy named undertaker
Is someone who can take a mess
Spending her time with him i guess
The giggle of a school boy who might jus miss behave
Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space
By a crackhead named june
Won't run out anytime soon
Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,
All this is hard on him too, but he is such a strong boy,
Regardless to all them, i appease her
Who is this fool named mad dreamer
It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit
Your just a bitchy boy who deserve to get hit by a racket.
I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from
Back the fuck up, i'm on a rampage like jackson
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