If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner
I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,
From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word
Sickly my dick is big and weighty which had your sister tortured
Your sort of like my sister,
I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
You can call me brutha cause i'm fuckin' with your sister
So don't worry about me fuckin' your sister,
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete
Heard you can't sleep, elm is now is your damn street
Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for
Is on the sister or brother, or the father or mother,
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