My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
Hearing voices in my head
And think alone in my head
Im trying to see her in bed
And pissing red, white, and blue
Can't nothing come between me and you
As i christen your children
Cold, my style making my nose run
Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.
And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one
I fucking hate this job
Some just wait for me to choke
"damn, watch that white boy play."
Rub my back, then let me lay
Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red
Sicken feeling running thought my head
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