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No Baby
01:49
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You were born a Catholic girl
your father don't believe in contraceptives
so what's a girl like you to do but use
the pull out method
Having you makes me sick
tried to pull out in haste but it's too late
We're crying no baby, no baby
And I won't be that pussy-worked, broken man my father was
And I won't be that cold hearted bitch that ruined his life
So give in and push
The release is so much better with the threat of a child
So give in and push in
God didn't want you to find that loop hole
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2. |
Pretty White
03:12
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Are you ever sick of hearing the same old shit drop from your lips
Fucked with his mind by sucking on his fingertips
You pretend you don't know what that means like you're not hinting you'll fulfill some fantasies
Well do you realize how sick we all are
Of listening to how worried you are you'l have to settle for Duke instead of Columbia
griping and gloating about the trivial, doing just about anything to
showcase how successful you are
how pretty you are
how successful and pretty and white and rich and sad you are
and I dont even see how there is another side to the argument
since when has it been revolutionary that human lives shouldnt turn profit
the cancer's not in my head its right in plain view its that unnatural
growth on capital its what i hear from you
Listening to how worried you are youll have to settle for duke instead
of columbia
griping and gloating about the trivial, doing just about anything to
showcase how successful you are
how pretty you are
how successful and pretty and white and rich and sad you are
we let them fuck us in the ass cause in reality we want to join their
ranks, that top percent, and rub elbows with them
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Black meets Brown
02:19
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where's the finish line to the aryan race
did you get a taste of where black meets brown
1234 ass on the floor your not dancing your just drunk
supporting yourself on the pole your not dancing no your just drunk
your only racist when youve had a few drinks then racist when youve had none
I cant wait till you can see that the pigment in my skin doesnt make me
drove to Gainesville in Grand Marquis
every possession in my trunk
stayed the first nights in a cheap motel
I was alone in three years and nothings changed
The world is my canvas and with my sweat, blood, and tears
I'll paint it colors, but hope you see past them
God wiling thiswill be the last verse this song has one on long enough
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