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Now when the big bad wolf got in grandma's house A little Red Ridinghood was scared as the mouse And just like her I'm scared through and through
from my head to my. Toes I'm an American boy. My little brother watched Saturday morning cartoons. I mowed the front lawn in the afternoon. Fixin'
butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond Buy her tonight, she's still shining Like lightning, light, like lightning
walking at night, and a star by day It's tiring, tiring The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes She
INTRO: Hey yuh si from a guy bad mind Him ago get jook by joe grind same time Yuh undastan, ray ray ray an ray ray ray Yuh si wha mi a deal
on the mother fucking bed, like I said I'm a different kind of nigga, like to spread bloody red From banging the thing Im a tame when you shed naughty legs I'm
Welcome to the doomsday parade Sittin' in my room, cartoon shades of grey I am an immortal, walkin' through a porthole Warped soul, I am colder than
an adult has decided to catapult me over the picket fence to land on my 2.5 kids I used to play in the sandbox with the same little voices And I would always
by side in our dressing gowns And waited for the sundown To embrace the blue lit town. She became my black leach, Sucking all my energy. She
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment Was, is, and forever will be