Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
I wish your mom had an abortion
Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips
This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits
Or anyone offending me
But five years from now i bet she see
You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown
Pretending it counts, offending the town
Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack
Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack
So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom
But did you think about your mom,
While writing a respond, ask your mom for help
I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest
Trying to get his life together, or what not
Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,
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