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She can fuck me fuck me

Fuck me upside down, on the floor

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She can fuck me fuck me

Fuck me upside down, on the floor

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Deadboy, coffin closed

Red drops in my nose

Love the way it taste

When it's dripping down my throat

I be blowing smoke

Right in front the 5-0

Leave your homie dead

Now he a John Doe

I'm that dirty kid, from the sticks

Hit a lick, yuh I'm so sick

White line, gold chain, yeah I got a junkie itch

Black jeans, black tee, yeah I got a bad bitch

She be Courtney Love, I be Kurt Cobain

Chillin' now we higher than a fucking airplane

I can see her eyeing up my brand new chain

Then she took the double barrel shotty

Point it at my brain

Now I'm back from the dead

Take the slugs out my head

Pop a pill thats blue or red

How many I forget

Fuck an image nah, fuck a death threat

Up the up the up the score

Upper upper up some more

She can fuck me fuck me

Fuck me upside down, on the floor

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She can fuck me fuck me

Fuck me upside down, on the floor

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