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I saw a friend just the day He didn't too much to say He looked crazy, he insane He couldn't talk his tongue was in flames
And then he tried to run From some chick that was this way I think I I knew who she was Just a junkie whore that's a big ugly scuz
I didn't to go too far Flashed bucks and she got in the car to talk to her but she called me a fool I tried to give her money, put her family school
'Cause she's a real tough when she wear's women's clothes Everybody knows she she's got a bone through her She's hot, [Incomprehensible] But when she home, he's daddy's all over her twat
Pre-skool All the drugs you can shoot Oh, pre-skool Oh, to the brute
I finally up, let her do what she please Wouldn't have sex with her 'cause I got a But she told a sad story a family in woe She was getting fingered by her 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 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 called me a I to give her money, put her family through school She's a real tough mama when she women's clothes Everybody knows she's got a through her nose
You're barely out of diapers and wearing a wig You might be a baby but you like a pig You became five, you're alive the bugman 'cause your twat is a hive
Your nanny grumpy granny A rusty tire iron out your fanny Oh, you English schoolgirl, you
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