Before you're sent to where you came from
See me as blasphemous for i don't need them
Man but this ain't no sign language
I sent you a package
In life she the wife who was right in that deep end
For people to die, because no money is sent?
Are what i wrote and i sent her
The plight of a rapper or whatever
Void, 'stroyed sent up in time,
She prefer the dutty wine
Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent
Carol city or was it the west
They giving pounds and that before get the money
How dictators stopping missiles sent me
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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