All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
Out of mind out of sight
And if i want to go outside
Then keep your change like an oink machine
Sons and daughters, thanks for bein
You a lady boss, now you fly free
Distracting you from your future anarchy.
And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels
Signed to sons of scotland and i only sent a demo once
Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse
All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows
And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
Every one of her sons must hear
And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real
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