Tired of feeling wired of dealing
With a note there and im thinking of reading
Blasting out some backyard
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
February cold as my heart
Soon the government will have programs for genetic strands,
Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands
Got her going down, no teeth
Top of my pile of bodies
Conversations it's genetic
So drop the slam and lets get sick
Know give me a head start
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
Out of mind out of sight
It sends her on a trip so right
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