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if this was a game i already know that i would come out winnerand im not braggin imma be in her,but this bitch really think that im 'bout to buy her dinnermy steak goodi got a good cut like splinterjuicy and hot, such a black bitch tempernow she wanna talk and chop one up like a blenderbut don't give a fuck I'll even list her like Schindlershe's cute but her foreheads biggot stretch marks like she got four kidsher legs cant close like the four door hingebronco that OJ killed the white ho witha wealthy white girl without the faceliftlure with expensive dinners and a nice braceletleave the bitch breathless,but what the bitch dont know is thatim a motherfuckin' sellout and a rapistbaby your an angel, how 'bout we turn this into a figure of some sortyou already know your dead, ironic cause your lipsticks red of courseill stuff you in the trunk, drunkcause all I really wanna do is fuck and snortblowblowSongtexteif this was a game i would be considered a mother fuckin legendand i aint trying to gas you like chevronbut im high as fuck bitch you really need to get on my leveragenow were in the cabin in the middle of UHHtryin to find ways to really stuff you with my cameradreamy little bastard, i done ran out of lunch so now its time for a bloody fish you little rabbityour very attractiveand notice my hat is always the colour of cactusand i hang with wolves, cause im an evil bastardpictures of you on my wallno glue no tape but just cumplastermet you at my school, departed at my houseended at your panites, started at your blousepush you downstairs i took a nap up on the couchzzzzzzzzzzif you wanted a date dont comenow you gotta make it easy for you dont runyou call this shit KIDSwhile i call these kids comeand you call this shit rape but i think that rapes funwait, now its about 8 somthing, its late and you stuck down in my base onecome downstair with nothing but a shoestringyeah bitch this dates donebaby your an angel, how 'bout we turn this into a figure of some sortyou already know your dead, ironic cause your lipsticks red of courseill stuff you in the trunk, drunkcause all I really wanna do is fuck and snortblowblowbaby your an angel, how 'bout we turn this into a figure of some sortyou already know your dead, ironic cause your lipsticks red of courseill stuff you in the trunk, drunkcause all I really wanna do is fuck and snortblowblowi like my girls how i like my drugs--whitelord, your so pretty lying in my armsi just got one request--stop breathing Aus Songtexte Mania