This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look
Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again
I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,
I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,
I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again
Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody
His name is david carradine, he died terribly
Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.
I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though
Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that
I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/
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