You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine
When you yell at me and whack me with a pine
Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,
You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack
Little scrapes, little dents - i got over
And if my mother answer, i'll ask her
My name is little c
All i want is you baby
Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time
Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine
Why are the little kids having little kids
I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks
But as time passes i enjoy little
I function with you and you flaunt your pistol
Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here
A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real
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