To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool
I reminisce when, we in that nightclub we deserved a ferule
Your a show without a channel
I'm a war cow, my army the cattle,
Getting blowed like ashes by a chick that has an accent
Use dog shit to mask your fucking scent
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