Hey, what's up? This is a true story, about a girl I know.
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Not like Return of the Living Dead was a true story, this is... there's been no fabrications.
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This is all true, exactly the way I saw it. Listen up.
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Yeah, Uh huh, girl, I gotta tell you somethin¡¯. (You listenin¡¯?) Hey.
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If you really knocked up by my homie, I¡¯ma punch you in the stomach. Hoe.
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There you go, with your man, he don't mean it. No.
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Girl you better count your dough, ¡®cause this August your man is leavin. Bitch.
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Come on girl, you do the math. He's already taken care of your three other kids
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without a question asked and now your gonna ask him to have the baby? What are you? Crazy?
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You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. Haven't you ever heard of a thing called condoms?
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How come none of the other babies daddies want 'em? When my kids grow up yours are gonna rob 'em.
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And I don't want that, it's easy. Trip down the stairs or a baseball bat to the belly would please me.
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Throw on a black mask aim for the midsection and crack that ass
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Now, I know it sounds harsh, but it's not. The chick has a kid every time she farts.
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Illegitimate illiterate little bastards. Dead by eighteen, but this is just faster.
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Yeah, Uh huh, girl, I gotta tell you somethin¡¯. (You listenin¡¯?) Hey.
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If you really knocked up by my homie, I¡¯ma punch you in the stomach. Hoe.
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There you go, with your man, he don't mean it. No.
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Girl you better count your dough, ¡®cause this August your man is leavin¡¯. (Check check). Listen up cunt
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Now, it's not like he's innocent. I mean, the girl get knocked up from havin sex on the internet.
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Hadn't he remembered that he'd nutted up in her, and now I gotta fix it, cuz he's in love with her.
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And I can't let a homie take a fall. A condom? I'd have put tinfoil on my balls.
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Ain't no time to stall, cuz the time is now. Do something quick, before the kid comes out.
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Look at the trouble that your dick shot out. Here's a couple hundred dollars, get the fuckin thing out.
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There's bound to be a better reason to get rid of the kid. Take two steps back just look at the bitch.
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She's one of the most crookedest bitches I've ever seen, she's been dishin¡¯ out kids since she was thirteen.
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And I know that you trust her, but everyone from here to Illinois fucked her, dummy.
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Yeah, Uh huh, girl, I gotta tell you somethin¡¯. Hey.
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If you really knocked up by my homie, I¡¯ma punch you in the stomach.
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There you go, with your man, he don't mean it. No.
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Girl you better count your dough, ¡®cause this August your man is leavin. Little cunt.
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Think back to when you first met the slob. wasn't she married? Her husband had a job?
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Supportin his kid, one was his, she was busy suckin your dick and you were clinched.
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She did the same thing to you, man. You better take matters into your own hands, man and make a plan.
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And jam your fuckin fist and fuckin grab the kid. Pull it out by it's leg it's your only chance.
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You wanna be the only man with a new born? (huh?) As soon as it was born it smelled like Newports (ew!)
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Strangle the bitch with the umbillical cord. Let it be a lesson to the rest of you whores.
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Trash
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Man, I met some (Trash) trashy bitches in my day
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Girl, he's a good man...
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Trash
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You're the biggeest piece of trash I've ever seen, yeah.
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Girl, he's a good man...
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You're the biggeest piece of trash I've ever seen, yeah.
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Girl, he's a good man...
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Yeah, Uh huh, girl, I gotta tell you somethin¡¯. Hey.
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If you really knocked up by my homie, I¡¯ma punch you in the stomach. Hoe.
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There you go, with your man, he don't mean it. No.
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Girl you better count your dough, ¡®cause this August your man is leavin.
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(He's a good man, cunt.)
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Wormfood. Wormfood.
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Yeah, your baby's worm food.
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Wormfood. Wormfood.
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Yeah, your baby's worm food.
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Wormfood. Wormfood.
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Yeah.
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Wormfood. Wormfood.
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Yeah, your baby's worm food.
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Girl, Your Baby's Worm Food
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