Don’t wanna have me then somebody will
And these shots are vital,take your final,
Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/
A lot of women from conversation could fall in love
I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp
But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start
You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though
Now i'm working on a final project i can show
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
6 feet deep in the ground your final destination
So this to you, i present, is my final song.
And i can see us after school, we'd bomb
Apocalypse now cue the final chapter
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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