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Story behind the song
a topic wuz givin to me, to collab on. and i came up with this. i liked it so much, i HAD to record it asap.
Lyrics
Here’s a picture of what she looked like a month ago…
Beautiful isnt she?
And here’s one of her just 2 days ago, that’s one week after you were last seen with her!!!
Look at it…
LOOK AT IT!!
Your gonna go away for a very verrrry long time.
You better start talkin you son of a bitch…
I see death as a blessin and while tha Devil is restin//
Heaven is stressin me to express my every depression//
Yall want tha truth, tha truth is, I’m never confessin//
Ever digressin, from tha facts, that hafta come wit a lesson//
Tha stress is compressin, my headz relentlessly beggin//
Me to repress my aggression, never admit my oppression//
I’m expressin my feelins, then I assess tha progression//
Never mind the connection, she was just here for "caressin"//
And tha next thing I know, she’s buggin tha fuck out!!!//
She pregnant wit my kid, and im luckin tha fuck out!!!//
I was perplexed by her complexion, her imperfect perfection//
Every section of her body, but mostly her solar plex &//
I wanted sex, so I shot my neck and head her direction//
Never underestimated tha girl, though she kept me perplexin//
S’why I ripped her fuckin head off, now she can’t be resurrected!!!//
Tha bitch wit sexy lips, hips, and smelled of sexual essence//
Yall sense tha tension?
… shytz crazy
You sick son of a bitch…I hope you rot in hell…your gonna get whats comin to you, you worthless piece of shyt…
Alright alright, get him outa here. And take this sick fuck to his new home…
