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I saw a friend just the day He didn't have too to say He looked crazy, he looked He couldn't because his tongue was in flames
And then he tried to run From some that was coming this way I I thought I knew who she was Just a little junkie whore a big ugly scuz
I have to go too far twenty bucks and she got in the car Tried to talk to her but she me a fool I tried to give her money, put her family school
'Cause a real tough mama when she wear's women's clothes Everybody knows she she's got a through her nose She's hot, [Incomprehensible] But when she gets home, he's all over her twat
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I finally gave up, let her do what she Wouldn't have sex with her I got a disease But she a sad story 'bout a family in woe She was fingered 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, she's alive Better call the bug man 'cause your twat is a
Oh, pre-skool 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 through She's a real tough mama when she wear's women's knows she's got a bone through her nose
You're barely out of and you're wearing a wig You be a baby but you smell like a pig You became five, you're still the bugman 'cause your twat is a hive
Your nanny grumpy granny A rusty tire iron out your fanny Oh, you little schoolgirl, you
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