Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.
And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq
Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,
Peace be to my brothers and sisters
When they twist and talk with they fingers
So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace
Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days
Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown
The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town
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