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• Artiste: Jakewolf
• Titre: How WHOREifying!
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Last night, she said she got the fucking brunt of it Fillin' up her cunt and shit Never had the time until she got sick of it The time she fucking threw a fit The time she got drunk and fuckin' fucked your best friend Gettin' laid, gettin' paid, gettin' aids, makin' change Gettin fucked in the ass 'cause you're feelin kinda strange Bombing on stage, yeah, it's all the fuckin' rage To be a little fucking whore, just to swallow all your shame Just to play the fucking game, just to bob your fucking brain Just to suck a nigga'z dick that doesn't even know your name Got that shit to a habit, Habitually ask for the keys to his car to go buy some more crack Ask her after how many nigga dicks she fucking gagged to get the bag Or masturbate to get your dealer to shave a few bucks, give a whore a helping hand Yeah, the pussy's in demand, gettin' fucked right where you stand Nigga, I won't fucking stand for the shit she had planned Put a little bit of stress on your little bit of breasts For the slick dick pimp with a hairy fucking chest Yeah, you'll make a fucking mess When you're bending over back to make a man you thought you had Give a fuck about the shit you fuckin' thought you fuckin' had Gettin' tired, gettin' fired from the job that you were hired from, fired from, prior transpired from Wired on the shit you been smokin' on, dick you been hoppin' on, jockin' on Givin' out disease at a place you got whereupon People got the cough and the brawn like Genghis Khan Withdrawn or drawing from the glass dick not the bong. Why not the bong? Why not take a break, sir? Contemplate, sir, the things you could replace her with Girl, you got a champ starin' at your tits That fool ain't got shit on me, he don't even know he's kissing tragedy But fuck all the bitches that got no self respect gettin' checked butt naked Let me interject, infect, and start a mess, starin' at your breasts Your grill's too whack to be addressed, you think your grill's too hot to molest or invest some time in less sex, less rejects Less checks cashed to buy crack and meth or coke instead Bringin' in bread for your kids Dark red lipstick on the tip of a dick to get fed Mislead by the man you had in bed, stopped dead in your tracks, gettin' pumped full of lead for coming out the side of your neck So let me be the first to say I hate the way All you bitches take the time to portray yourselves In a way that sells S.K.A.N.K. S.K.A.N.K.