Something wicked this way come
I wouldn´t diss my own mum,
Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns
Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins
Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.
Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate
The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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