I'd rather not live like there isn't a god
Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job
I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk
You hear me spit flame and all you do is squeak, you rodent/
So drop the slam and let's get sick
I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//
Sheeit i make a bitches titties squeak,
Now the first week sales can't hardly compete
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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