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Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
And that's why they called you bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Modify your quota bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
Bread spread n' now we dread locks
These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,
Sb horror pack monsters under my bed
Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay
She say she fucking with me the long way
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
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