with Becomes my mother in the end Well, I hear my mother calling But I don't need her as a friend Oh, oh mother Oh mother dear please listen And don
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ill fated and at fault trampling our brethren in a self induced stupor of selfishness panicked and narcissistic plump faces stricken with terror regrets bite like the sting
You've got a sting like a scorpion I'd like to see you try You say that love is just a passing thing It won't get you high And you're one crazy mother
few words We are movin round to the hour Force from the power Thunder reigns down in a mass mind shower Levellin vibes unravellin scribes Take a venomous sting
pay, it's bills that she gotta pay So married or single, watch out for Jackie when you jingle She might sting you, and ain't no tellin' what that stinga
anything. If you want to buy a saw Or a fish delicious when it's raw Or a pill to kill your moth'r-in-law Or a bee without a sting, Come to the supermarket
if you think that we're the weaker race. Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle, and the truth is starin' in your face. The mother bear stalks
one's a freebie Fake g's please, I love you like it was your twelfth birthday Street sweeps like beast Tuesday and Thursday Sting ya like my sign do,
for sure. Word up yo! And just get what you can. Catch it, so just play it on a record And take it off until you ass naked. Word to mother. Shorty stack
your town rocking a crowd with the sweetest sound you ever heard fool there aren't no other You wanna talk shit I have your running for your mother Coming
What started out as desire, turned into a lover's tryst Who knew a moth and a flame could ever spawn a love like this Now you need something to taste
to do let's go You already know I go hard I am the mixtape circuit god Flow like a butterfly, sting like a nah A bee don't sting as hard as C You won
If you lived in the Middle East, you faggots wouldn't have no hands Still a bunch of jerk offs, I fuck your mother then I murk off [El-Producto] You
there's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes: I threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes that you then inflicted
TV was blarin' And she wanted to call, her mother It was somethin' as simple As checkin' in to that cheap motel Out on Highway 10 Was it the sting of