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I saw a friend the other day He didn't have too to say He looked crazy, he insane He couldn't talk because his tongue was in
And then he tried to run From some chick was coming this way I think I thought I who she was Just a little junkie whore a big ugly scuz
I have to go too far Flashed twenty and she got in the car Tried to talk to her but she called me a I tried to give her money, put her family through
'Cause she's a real tough mama when she women's clothes knows she she's got a bone through her nose She's hot, [Incomprehensible] But when she gets home, daddy's all over her twat
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I finally gave up, let her do she please Wouldn't sex with her 'cause I got a disease But she told a sad '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 twat is a hive
Oh, prostitute And oh, all the that you can shoot Oh, Pre-skool, pre-skool,
Tried to talk to her but she called me a I tried to give her money, put her family school She's a real tough mama she wear's women's clothes Everybody knows she's got a bone her nose
You're barely out of and you're wearing a wig You might be a but you smell like a pig You became five, still alive Call the bugman 'cause your twat is a
Your naughty grumpy granny A rusty tire hanging out your fanny Oh, you little schoolgirl, you
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