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Edited by
Gaia_Moonchilde
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Fri 05/16/08 02:19 PM
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She was a two dollar whore
Though her daddy asked for more Strung out on crank Her twat was rank Couldn't remember her own name Just knew how to play the whorin game Fifty cent will get you a hand job For a buck fifty she'll slob your knob Daddy's dirty little whore She's comin back for more No raincoat needed she says I'm free of diseases As the crabs crawl all over her skin Her crud filled coochie dripping with sin C'mon baby I'll rock your world Hell I almost hurled Nasty ho what you thinkin Its your ass I be pimpin Smack the biotch set her straight Don't give a damn if she's filled with hate Make me money , sell your ass cheap Don't you make a peep Shut your mouth biotch Fukc em and suck em I don't give a damn Just give me my money Before I kill your ass honey Slice up that scab riddled face Slit your throat with grace Bet your bottom dollar My whore make ya holler Turnin tricks, makin money She's my little crank addicted honey Just watch her cooze ooze Crawlin with afflictions Whorin just to feed her addictions She had a pretty face once She was as sweet as the day is long Now she's nuthin but a shell, her soul's long gone Took her in off the street The needle she did meet Now she's just my little crank addicted honey Makin me fistful's of money |
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why am i mad at you???
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why am i mad at you??? Displaced anger...its a social piece..look beyond whats plainly written..the answer lies in each of us..get rid of the drugs, treat our children with love and respect and maybe just maybe we won't have young girls growin up this way. |
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All I gotta say you r so freakin damn good, my sister.
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Dat wuz du !
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very nice
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very creative
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Nice write....
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