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I saw a just the other day He didn't have too to say He looked crazy, he looked He couldn't talk his tongue was in flames
And then he to run away From some that was coming this way I think I I knew who she was Just a little junkie that's a big ugly scuz
I didn't to go too far Flashed bucks and she got in the car Tried to talk to her but she called me a I to give her money, put her family through school
'Cause she's a real tough mama when she women's clothes Everybody knows she got a bone through her nose She's really hot, But when she gets home, he's daddy's all over her
prostitute 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 I got a disease But she told a sad story 'bout a 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 in a hearse She got to five, she's alive Better call the bug man 'cause twat is a hive
Oh, pre-skool And oh, all the that you can shoot Oh, Pre-skool, pre-skool,
Tried to to her but she called me a fool I tried to her money, put her family through school She's a real mama when she wear's women's clothes Everybody knows got a bone through her nose
You're barely out of diapers and wearing a wig You might be a baby but you smell a pig You five, you're still alive the bugman 'cause your twat is a hive
Your nanny Your grumpy A rusty tire iron hanging out your Oh, you little schoolgirl, you
Vengeance is prostitute Vengeance is Pre-skool
is mine Pre-skool is mine
Vengeance is is mine Pre-skool Vengeance is is mine