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I saw a friend the other day He have too much to say He crazy, he looked insane He talk because his tongue was in flames
And then he to run away some chick that was coming this way I think I I knew who she was Just a little junkie whore a big ugly scuz
I have to go too far Flashed bucks and she got in the car to talk to her but she called me a fool I to give her money, put her family through school
'Cause she's a real mama when she wear's women's clothes Everybody knows she she's got a through her nose She's really hot, But when she gets home, daddy's all over her twat
prostitute All the that you can shoot Oh, prostitute Oh, slave to the
I finally gave up, let her do what she Wouldn't sex with her 'cause I got a disease But she a sad story 'bout a family in woe She was getting by her Daddy's big toe
He was the first, it was the She came in a Limo and she left in a She got to five, still alive call the bug man 'cause your twat is a hive
Oh, prostitute And oh, all the drugs you can shoot Oh, Pre-skool, pre-skool,
Tried to talk to her but she me a fool I tried to give her money, put her family school She's a tough mama when she wear's women's clothes knows she's got a bone through her nose
You're barely out of diapers and wearing a wig You might be a but you smell like a pig You five, you're still alive the bugman 'cause your twat is a hive
Your nanny grumpy granny A rusty tire hanging out your fanny Oh, you little schoolgirl, you
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