A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Quarters, dimes, nickles and a hottie named penny
You think im gay gay, what the hey hey
And truthfully girl you really make my day
For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared
Unanimously named the game's president/
No freemason if you an athiest like william bateson
Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix
Little gay looking boy
There used to be a guy named undertaker
And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her
Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man
See, william lynch had a master plan,
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