(bend over)
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"Why you runnin round harmin things?
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gotta do time if you know what i mean
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you look so cute in that dumfuck dress
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yr pretty head is such a fuckin mess" . . .
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well i've got something to confess, i'm
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gonna throw this knife right thru yr chest
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We're gonna kill spur posse boys, it's the
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surest way to yr heart lil' boy
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ain't gonna be yr press darlings
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i'd rather be fucked and throwin things
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so get on yr knees and suck my clit
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if yr gonna lie and say dum shit
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hey! didn't you hear what i fuckin said?
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throw that camera right thru yr head
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thru yr head thru yr head thru yr
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muthafuckin head
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you ain't so hip when you look so dead
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so yr the one who loves me so
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lettin me know blow by blow . . .
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now who you callin looks like a whore
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it never kept you from commin back for
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more
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so what the fuck did you think you'd get?
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you ain't even paid us yet!
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Brat Girl
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