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Limb separation isolation.
Nothing to do but to decapitate words
Oh
Abrasive allergic detergent
the last of the words that were urgent oh yeah

This little girly to get to the action
Rob bank and win a reaction
Didn't she owned a gun
Didn't she'd shoot that gun

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

I cant believe you that guy
You better hope he die
This there ain't no alibi faster baby drive
God! NO! what we done?
Bonnie and on the run, on the run

This time
Tricky-tricky-tricky
Are than just scaring me
They're me sick
Babies in blenders and insect
Nothing to eat but stained in heaven, man
Oh
Nodding my head to the dancing
You'd be so surprised the skeleton said, man
He "...oh yeah"

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

I never thought stop this car
Shoot a guy and break my
Oh
You get me

in the rain that night
Puddles dripping from your
The day of our lives
we should have died

Oh man look we've done
suited our hearts
From the words off our

time your itty bitty-bitty bones
Will up inside you and not let you go

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

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

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

You know what those damn cops do if they find you
cuff you
Or you
Don't let them you

You know would happen
you let this all happen
You're
Or happy

I hope that you're happy,

She was my bonnie my one and only my my homey
Molded me slowly showed me
Its only
You hold me boldly like a .9
Use me me back and blow my mind
You're the thought behind my rhyme

For quite time
This of crime has showed no sign of ending
Almost spouses running into
Blouses in blood

Shouting "get down n the clout out of your trousers"
Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my baby by my
baby blue eyes hypnotize
Visualize when you strip the gun clip slip on your
Never she's gripping

Smith n dressed in fishnets stretching from toe to heaven
Bonnie blessing bank with bullet flanks that blow whole to waste
Lower than worthy women wibble wobble when wielding
Disintegrate when in these crazy ape states

situations got me craving the rush
So much I want to reach out and
your bullets load your nuts
Finger the rust off your trigger
you hush
Chamber thrust you bust

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