EVERYONE IS GIVEN A THIRD EYE AT BIRTH
GIVE ME YOUR MONEY
FUCK YOU ARE A SELFISH CUNT
NO SMACK TALK
FOR THAT BITCHES SAKE I HOPE YOUR PARROT OF A PROTEGE STEPS THE CORRECT WAY.
"ITS OK I MAKE 'EM LOOK THE OTHER WAY
I ALMOST CAUGHT A CASE ABOUT THAT THE OTHER DAY"
Frankenberry junkie for the mop, back when I was a pincushion for the peon trade, she was a flower, a vagina on display. Fronting on a king, I flipped it once, that drug haze got toned down, that white girl ain't a white girl. So get back on it, stop trying to fund your phony photographic prescriptions. You were born premie, I'm too high, you can't see me.
Word placement.
I got a right hook for you to feel,
It ain't a big deal,
I wasn't born with a heart,
So apart from your girlfriend, what else to steal?
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