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Liquid Diet
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This time I came to get mine
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I saw this cat running with his hand on his 9mm
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He's got a small peter
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Got 2 kids and a wife plus he beats her
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Nod ya head as if my shit was the dog catcher
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P-Roach comin through sick
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I'm gonna have to betcha my last dollar That you
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come on back
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You getting weak in the knees while you
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smokin the cess
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Oh yes
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Word to God
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I know his son is the best
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He helps me out when I'm down or when I'm
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crazy ill stressed
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I confess
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I'm not as good as the rest
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But I get down for my crown and I don't
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crack under stress
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But I'll be careful though cause the girl is
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memorizing
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She takes off her clothes
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And er body is mad surprising
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Slangin
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Bangin
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Her two breasts was firm and not hangin
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Listen to this rhyme that I'm slangin
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Hooked up with this girl
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Her name is Kelly
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For really
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The hip hop body and a piercing through her
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belly
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I knew she was mine when I saw her
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working on the line
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Servin pasta & salad and she's still lookin fine
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But enough of that though
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I give a shot out to Happy
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He's partying down and getting props in this
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rap
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See cause I'm the type of cracker that'll get
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straight down to beat that you hear
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It's the Pee-Roach sound
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Abused with forks
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Knives
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Cut with razor blades
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That shit is absurd
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His temper's flaring
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Now he's twice as mean
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Now I am talking about this fool
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Beats his wife thinks he's cool
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She cries so hard
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She's trembling
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This time he beats her and he's twice as mean
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Silence in her rage
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She should recognize next time he is gone she
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should pack her bags and leave
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