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[Produced by Mr. Len] [Verse 1: Brewin] Parasitic and a critic of God’s score You gots all of mine but why You waits for the next to Erase my respect Grab the di-dick Just do your duties I’m bout as insecure as you’re the immature But you gots cooties Telling me, ?? me file Your style’s forever blaow Acidic your rain and pour Ignoring my pain Like how’s the weather, whatever I want therapy from Ron Jeremy on intimacy Fuck a under the ?? Into men, see you later Greater good for sure Using you then cruising through your neighborhood for whores The ?? whip, story’ll flip To the past, Back to the Future Back to recruit for some masters Nowadays I’m Michael J. Fox shook Ya’ll style’s are crazed Letras de cancionesBut the disciples stay live Look to the old school Was y’all hoes too His mom’s was a freak But speaking of mom’s Not for nothing, my Mom’s the bomb A brother’s zoning Edible better chill to spar with my father Cease discussion Probably gotta be my Mother’s ?? repercussion Genetic pathetic I’m head sick Reaching for love Reaching above the threshold I’m stressed yo What’s up hun ?? for real ya, your skill destroying your boy And it’s clearing out your in a ploy, corruption Now brought Two thousand and one chronicles The demonical, thinking of nonsense Linking with you diamond ?? contents [Hook] You ain’t shit to me Cause love don’t live here anymore That’s right, fuck you That’s right, nigga Pack your shit and leave Love don’t live here anymore Sing it [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Yo, if you ever find this nigga He’ll be dead with the fishes At the bottom of the East-muthafuckin-River Deliver him straight past the flaming gates of Hades and suffocate him With corpses of crack babies and burning fat ladies You bum nigga Vocabulary limited, primitive mind Thinking big but only fucking with the average dick size And fuck Destiny’s Child Put you on blast on the net Take your picture up in AOL chat rooms for men (bitch nigga) That’s right gentleman A venomous revenge for offending a feminine, huh Nigga, I should John Lennon you Find a chick, pack her pussy with heat and fuck lead in you Fill her mouth with razor blades and have her give head to you I’m feeling vengeful Thinking of acupuncture with pencils Your body stenciled out on my single cover Accept the murder charges I’m dreaming of delicious spots for burial plots Murk you then have necrophiliacs fuck you in abandoned lots Who’s the mack Bitch please Get capped in the knees like old horses I’ll hobble you, like Kathy Bates in Misery Chivalry, not I’ll fuck with voodoo and shrivel your cock Take you hostage Make you fuck a prostitute that’s deliberately hot Catch a clap, nigga Slash your fucking limbs off so fast That your Timbs’ stay put when your legs get tossed You ain’t a diamond, you’s a nun-but chrome Bitch nigga, black hole for brains Why’d you back and fuck with a chick who’s deranged Come on now [Hook] From Letras Mania