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It aint nuthin but midnight now n' I have mah backpack packed wit spare clothes, a funky-ass blanket n' other shit I may need. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I slowly open tha door ta mah muthafathas room ta give mah momma a lick peace out, I hear her cry mah name at night up in her chill every last muthafuckin once up in a while. Even though she refuses ta drop a rhyme ta me I know her big-ass booty still loves mah dirty ass. I stand over her chillin body n' I give her a lick on tha forehead n' gangbang her peace out.
A tear rolls down her cheek n' dat biiiiatch whispers "I miss you baby, why did you gotta
I cry like a muthafucka. Even though her ass is chillin her big-ass booty was rappin ta mah dirty ass. Da first lyrics I eva heard pimped up towardz me up in four years. "I’m sorry mamma yo, but I can’t stand bein ridin' solo no mo'. I need ta muthafuckin bounce.
"You’re not ridin' solo. I’m always here fo' you baby. I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo thugged-out ass.
Now yo ass is but when you’re awake I’m all ridin' solo.. n' you KNOWS ta mah dirty ass. "Goodbye mamma.
Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I been ridin' solo fo' so long n' I could tell by tha voice her big-ass booty was rappin up in dat dat biiiiatch was ridin' solo also. Both of our asses wantin tha same thang but neither of our asses did anythang bout it fo' realz. Afta bout a minute I sobered up n' continued all up in tha woods.
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I came ta a cold-ass lil clearin n' I could peep tha gate ta tha graveyard n' some tombstones scattered about. I climbed tha fence n' started wanderin round seekin a place ta rest fo' tha night. I tried openin nuff muthafuckin mausoleums until I come across a unlocked one. I laid tha blanket on tha stone ground n' used mah backpack as a pillow n' before I knew it I was fast asleep.
"Git outta there you punk!
I sit up, movin mah head tha fuck into tha shadow of tha oldschool playa ta block tha sunlight, n' looked at his ass straight-up bewildered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Is you rappin' ta me son?
"Of course I’m rappin' ta yo thugged-out ass fo' realz. And you’re
"What is you rappin' about, biatch? Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is yo slick ass?
His grill softened tha fuck into a sorrow look. "Yo ass skanky child, you haven’t realized have yo slick ass, biatch? Come, gangbang mah dirty ass.
"I’m tha caretaker of dis here graveyard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I dug all these graves mah dirty ass, n' like I holla'd… I never forget a gangbangin' face.
''JAMES WILLIAM MAVERICK JUNE 16TH 1982 – JUNE 15TH 1995''
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