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Limb bone isolation.
Nothing to do but to decapitate words
Oh
allergic inhaling detergent
Eating the last of the words that were oh yeah

This little wants to get to the action
Rob bank and win a reaction
Didn't know she a gun
Didn't know she'd that gun

Com on baby grab cash and get in the car
hit the gas
the cops will catch up fast
on baby drive

I cant believe you shot guy
You better he doesn't die
This time ain't no alibi faster baby drive
God! NO! what have we
and Clyde on the run, on the run

This your
tricks
Are than just scaring me
They're me sick
in blenders and insect intestines
Nothing to eat but stained in heaven, man
Oh
Nodding my to the dancing dead
You'd be so surprised the skeleton said, man
He "...oh yeah"

Who'd ever think we be 21?
Our faces will change but these places fun
looked so beautiful biting at her cuticles
I'd never thought get his far.

I thought you'd stop this car
a guy and break my heart
Oh
You get me

Dancing in the rain night
Puddles dripping from eyes
The greatest day of our
we should have died

Oh man look what done
We've our hearts
From the words off our

This time itty bitty-bitty bones
lock up inside you and not let you go

Bonnie over the ocean
My bonnie over the sea
Wont you please bring back please bring
My to me

Now I know what girls all about
hold you!
you!
Stick a gun in mouth!

me romantic
Or me naive
I my own blood to save her heart
From the streets she'll leave

You know what those damn cops will do if find you
They'll you
Or you
Don't let find you

You know would happen
When you let all happen
dead
Or happy

I hope that happy, baby

She was my bonnie my one and my wifey my homey
Molded me slowly showed me
Its only
You hold me coldly like a .9
Use me cock me back and my mind
the thought behind my rhyme design

For some time
This life of has showed no sign of ending
Almost spouses running house
doused in blood

Shouting "get down n empty the out of your trousers"
Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my by my side
Those baby blue eyes
Visualize you strip the gun clip slip on your thigh
slipping she's gripping

Smith n Wesson dressed in fishnets from toe to heaven
blessing bank with bullet flanks that blow whole ranks to waste
Lower than worthy women wibble when wielding weight
Disintegrate when placed in these crazy ape

situations got me craving the rush
So much I want to reach out and
Clutch bullets load your nuts
fuck the rust off your trigger
Hear you
thrust then you bust

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