'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you
It's like who gave you the choice to treat some of us like poo
You dudes fakin' your identity just like they need that bourne back.
Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack
When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands
They use it to pay off bonds, its a cycle, you need to learn the facts
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Truly get called a small prick by a bully who doesn't know you fully
Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well
Okay gay go to hell they will appreciate your rap and treat you well in the hell
When he says those words that hurt you do you read the ones i wrote you?
Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through
Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid
When anorexics see you, they feel they need to go on a diet.
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