Took the van, went snatch her
And don't ever (and don't ever)
These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
And get caught, in the moment
Grab the scissors and saws and
Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care
Looka the quotes of man who does good there,
You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row
I be pickin' up them younger girls, them teenagers like i'm romeo,
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