He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother
Yeah ima chick but i ain't going fucking undercover
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Undercover cops eyeing my area for payment.
I think i will call the cops
And mine somewhere bout mars
Runnin', runnin' from the same cops
Yeah, tell me about the love of ours
See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love
Sherlock holmes with dem undercover cases
Fuckin' up my gold pots
And the significance of cops
Watching for hollow-tip shots
(sirens) "oh shit the cops"
She is a love doctor undercover
My wrist is all red from the cutter
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