Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll
Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole
The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that
Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad
I see the devil grinning, as if he winning
The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,
Then leave her dead body in the woods
So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours
I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror
What the fuck are you doing, she's my sister, you best be nice to her
I told her she wasnt worth the dollar i spent to fuck
From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
I let her fuck the homies while i blow them trees
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
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