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no, these joes can stop to think why
i’m laughing at them till they cry
yo, pals, i’ve no remorse, f-ck vows
i’m into intercourse of course for divorce
i got nothing to give but free advice
but try and make me take it. get a life
yo sic psychotoc go doc, nix the white trash
need to clean up yo act or yo fin b wiping up my -ss

you ain’t hiphop, mr. tatoos
you just directions on the back, to use

like pot, man, you f-ck up my eyes
yo so fat, -sshoe, so cal coul made marijuana legalized

sold drugs. bad thug. brought buds back in he’s pants
some lazier than his f-ck-up non economicly potted plants

yo, word on the curb, you got a snitch
that jah couldn’t catcha were harry potter in quittage

you come at your bowl, but you ain’t hot shit, thief
go figs, yuh, probly purchahsn everything with “for fast relief.”

so he says to me, i’m a grower, not a shower
okay, go get the lawn mower, i’ve got an expectation to lower

so his d-cks slick like drugs, busted up, does it but it nut xr wear off
so if he soft, he old enough, to fin to stop and if he in to what a viagra got

he ask the diff with a perscript and a pu-tang
you dig what he’s popping, homie do it like wu-tang

girls with more b-lls than your man, say oh!
boys, dump a girl for a her cr-p like chrons!

leave you empty handed with yuh piss and moan
but he still wanna potty break/wine on the way home

if he takes me to his crib, he’s still acting like a baby
his house ain’t a castle, so quit calling him master bating

counting on a big hand for the man of masturbation
if there’s a god, may he applaud any ounce of dedication

oh, so he’s too busy to pick up if the phone ain’t in his lap
yo, when he go out of service, i check the bars he have

somebody texting u know whoever’s number ain’t mine
just know the d-ck don’t think, so if you blow his mind

burn the base with a line so great a fat whore can’t eat
what’s on her plate, trying to put down his his crab meat

hey! i’ll roast the c-ckatoo. those sluts like you like chicken fried
the block say bbq, and pigs like him get served in line

his trophy wife’s a little late
last month, he begged her but she packed her crate

spit the truth with no gold tooth, to say what imma say
makes sense, to you, no superman come to save the day

babay! you ain’t looking fly if you can’t see about me
better get a plan a, cus b-boy can’t c
if he d mand a repartee

the streets say he’s a freak, can’t fight it right, or wrong, or lieing
so as for me? i ain’t buying, ain’t got time n he gon loose himself trying

k, he’s a stocker, following yuh eyes
not on twitter, between yuh thighs

but he better realize he get wit her, beg at her doggy style
ah! throw a bone a mile, retriever either fetch or wait a while

straight up, yo nappy head, working the velcro merkin mound
up and down superglued it, but her -ss won’t stick around

what’s he got in them jeans? got em on sale last month
his sperm count so high it’s like in the son, he’s innocent

- sweetheart

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