And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen
Standin on a table
Like that tragedy chris angel,
Come sever the track bitch
And she stripping, go to college
This hoodrats think they're bad , when their names chris
Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes
Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and the fifties bitch
Hear me is when the bitch is deaf//the only way you don't feel is if the bitch
Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage
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