Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead
104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way
You ain't even call me on my birthday
Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
Im happy with the score
Keep coming back for more
When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.
I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way
He dont want the diamonds
Now you buying birthday presents
Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt
If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak
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