baby momma is no more then a metaphor 4
quickie caught left and born unsure
games remember when he said it was his
the tennis shoes and birthday cakes fallen figs
i snatched your wigs and dead roots was expose and
suppose to grow out your ass hairs shit
unfit to jog along a log hit of saki venting
to the gallery of standard amusement
todays lent so why are you still eating
bent over i bust blanks from another blanket
always hoping it never make it but some how
you caught the achs and now you popping
jake the snakes in reverb pulling love music
unbless and unholy out a zena warrior princes bag
coming up to fast and grab a jet lag
choking on mc gough assissan's blade
filling the cavity and curing tonsolitis
becarful it's a warning don't bite this us is a end to the
world on the known why do you come around get gone.

i know you been pimp slap now you can't leave and want me to take the lead sorry you can't hit my weed and you gotta give me your money don't need the pussy so just sale it on the curb sold out?
knot hahahahahaha you won now can i be left alone? huh no what fuck addicted another groupy