I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts
Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies
Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys
Me and your mum had rough sex
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains
Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes
Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day
His old man always did his mum the wrong way
Oh, why do i live this way
A foster mum while they
Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show
And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow
Puts up with mum and dads crap
So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that
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