An argument could be made for her mother and father,
Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer
I hate you and your mother,
And let them lames get your old number
Before the shouts and screams came, assault happening to her mother
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
She got up, smarted at her mother and brother, felt the cold
If i know any better you'll miss her for sure
I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule
I kill ya after this i need forgiveness.
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air
I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.
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