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

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

Com on baby that cash and get in the car
hit the gas
the cops will up crazy fast
Come on baby

I cant you shot that guy
You better hope he die
This time there ain't no alibi faster drive
God! NO! have we done?
and Clyde on the run, on the run

This time
Tricky-tricky-tricky
Are more than scaring me
They're making me
Babies in 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 we would be 21?
Our faces will but these places stay fun
looked so beautiful biting at her cuticles
I'd never we'd get his far.

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

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

Oh man look what done
We've suited our
From the off our tongues

This time your itty bones
Will lock up you and not let you go

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

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

Call me
Or me naive
I spilled my own blood to save her
the streets that she'll leave

You what those damn cops will do if they find you
They'll you
Or you
let them find you

You know what happen
you let this all happen
You're
Or you're

I that you're happy, baby

She was my bonnie my one and my wifey my homey
Molded controlled me slowly me
Its dough
You hold me coldly like a .9
Use me me back and blow my mind
You're the thought my rhyme design

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

Shouting "get down n empty the clout out of trousers"
n Clyde, ride with my baby by my side
Those blue eyes hypnotize
Visualize when you strip the gun clip slip on thigh
Never slipping gripping

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

These situations got me craving the
So much I to reach out and touch
your bullets load your nuts
Finger fuck the rust off trigger
you hush
Chamber then you bust

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Artist. Artists.
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