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I've no story to tell I was doing fine when I was breastfed I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed
The old clan sharing the same cup of vice Breastfed with the sour milk of hate Blood red skies above and beyond our fate Lives wasted Harvested and buried
D-d dance, d-d dance d-d dance, d-d dance D-d dance, d-d dance d-d dance, d-d dance Breastfed Federation breastfed Federation Un recoveco a lo
roadkill Two hundred undead Immortal breast-fed Descendant of witch Homo sapiens submit The festering womb The gangrenous child Pledged to the broom Mankind
your cantine was low You went to the cantina I'm corn-fed and breastfed And I got a good demeanor My back against the wall No friends at all I'm
nihilistic deathbed Illusions and lies breastfed on my nihilistic deathbed Everything I want to fill the void in my life A distraction from the question I
babies gave her stretch marks like an accordion Her boobs are flat coz she breastfed your kids Her boobs are flat coz she breastfed your kids You ruined
fade to naught! The frightened cattle breastfed with hate Becomes the rabid camels rushing on this stampede Thanatos plays the last serenade This
The Exorcist I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breastfed You know the steelo when the diggy
young I've read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild, To run
I've read the writing of the smoke And breast-fed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk And ride a painted pony wild To run
I've read the writing of the smoke And breast-fed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk And ride a painted pony wild To run
The harder it sticks its claws in you She breastfed you with blame Self-restraint and shame For the best of you Bound by grace A cold embrace She did it all
boy It's destiny, I was breastfed that coke, boy And when you seem them chicos, better call them folks, boy I'm puttin' y'all on the game I'm
was breastfed that coke, boy And when you seem them chicos, better call them folks, boy I'm puttin' y'all on the game I'm hearin' raps about coke
in every car that pass With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggas she was breastfed She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread In the area
it last Beat me to the finish, wave the checkered flag Toe tag, left the pussy on the deathbed Been milking the game since I was breastfed Long
know where we aimin Check me out Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga Do my dirt
Bringing home the bacon Tender juicy steaks Breast-fed baby dumpling Gobbling up the cakes Milk-fed baby dumpling Slobbering, goo-faced,
lotta sense Runnin' through your bones And that's alright Your mama got to be fine You probably breastfed 'Cause you look all healthy Ooh
And the tours for whores Pimps push Cadillacs Gorilla macks swingin the battle-axe Since I was sippin Similak But I wanna be breastfed by Princess Leia, playa Me
million sold Bootleg, Soundscan, barcode Hi hater, my guns from Al-Queda Duck for cover, dickhead Or get breast-fed, suck ya mudda I catch him alone, red
Talking 'bout the rich folks The poor create the rich hoax And only late breast-fed fools believe it So don't tell me about your success Nor your
know it uh he did Have a lot of high heels, i do Remember that, but I didn't think nothing Of it when he breastfed me That was kind of weird i Didn't
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