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Last night, she said she got the fucking brunt of itFillin' up her cunt and shitNever had the time until she got sick of itThe time she fucking threw a fitThe time she got drunk and fuckin' fucked your best friendGettin' laid, gettin' paid, gettin' aids, makin' change Gettin fucked in the ass 'cause you're feelin kinda strangeBombing on stage, yeah, it's all the fuckin' rageTo be a little fucking whore, just to swallow all your shameJust to play the fucking game, just to bob your fucking brainJust to suck a nigga'z dick that doesn't even know your nameGot that shit to a habit,Habitually ask for the keys to his car to go buy some more crackAsk her after how many nigga dicks she fucking gagged to get the bag Or masturbate to get your dealer to shave a few bucks, give a whore a helping handYeah, the pussy's in demand, gettin' fucked right where you standNigga, I won't fucking stand for the shit she had planned Put a little bit of stress on your little bit of breasts For the slick dick pimp with a hairy fucking chestYeah, you'll make a fucking messWhen you're bending over back to make a man you thought you had Give a fuck about the shit you fuckin' thought you fuckin' had SongtexteGettin' tired, gettin' fired from the job that you were hired from, fired from, prior transpired from Wired on the shit you been smokin' on, dick you been hoppin' on, jockin' on Givin' out disease at a place you got whereupon People got the cough and the brawn like Genghis Khan Withdrawn or drawing from the glass dick not the bong.Why not the bong? Why not take a break, sir? Contemplate, sir, the things you could replace her withGirl, you got a champ starin' at your titsThat fool ain't got shit on me, he don't even know he's kissing tragedy But fuck all the bitches that got no self respect gettin' checked butt naked Let me interject, infect, and start a mess, starin' at your breastsYour grill's too whack to be addressed, you think your grill's too hot to molest or invest some time in less sex, less rejectsLess checks cashed to buy crack and meth or coke insteadBringin' in bread for your kidsDark red lipstick on the tip of a dick to get fedMislead by the man you had in bed, stopped dead in your tracks, gettin' pumped full of lead for coming out the side of your neckSo let me be the first to say I hate the way All you bitches take the time to portray yourselvesIn a way that sells S.K.A.N.K.S.K.A.N.K. Aus Songtexte Mania