a couple of toys and let dada strap you in the car seat. Where's Mama? She's takin' a little nap in the trunk Oh that smell dada must have run over a
make a few things clear My baby mama's not dead, she's still alive and bitchin' And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itchin' It's not syphilis, and
think she's laughing at the plants A half a gram of graham crackers and some Van de Kamp's I think I'll eat some Ambiens like they're candied yams Cut a
alley? She's been gone so long Here she comes, here she comes Here she comes, here she comes Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back
Sheryl Swoops minus the hoop she fell through fell in love with the blue dreamin' of things she can't have now she's looking down like she's tryin' to
it like a new born The family structure ruptured, there's living proof like a group home B-Boy being a man, throw a suit on Stepping out hotter than ??? when the soup's
to work Think of love and life as a rock and a hard place Exhilarating like a high speed car chase Heart ache, heart break cuts like a knife Caught
thinkin' life's a joke And his mama just had a dream that he might get smoked But he don't give a fuck, he been through the best wars Knife to knife,
women love clowns At the back of the club stickin' she making love sounds Have women and we'll travel she will straddle Saddle up bitches cause this is a
BEAUTY Son of a SUCH A CUTIE I love you SLEEPING BEAUTY Come right in baby, have a seat. Alright Would you like a drink? Sure I'll have one... and
that he was born (KIM pulls out a gun) [THUY] Of course you have a gun And now you'll shoot your cousin' And it's a U.S. gun [KIM]
a coward You go against me, you'll be devoured Then you get to poppin' you'll have a change of heart I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heart Have
I'm on fire baby, a big dog will hunt like that Another day, another buster wanna battle me Another mamma crying, now her baby is a casualty I'm ready
with my baby, havin' a good old time The hours seemed like minutes, passing by and by That's why i don't know why, i killed this baby of mine Can't
calcutta and down a mumbai Ca all them a struggle and a try them a try But what them a go do a when the well run dry Chorus On a cold and grey chicago
this feelin' It's torture, it's torture, it's torture She was up a stair to nowhere A room forever I'll remember She stared as though I should have
of That's what she said So she took out a knife And said off with my head What's the use in knowing That the rest of me is dead What good is a brain
Lost John's sittin' on a railroad track Something's out of whack Blues this mornin' fallin' down like hail Gonna leave a greasy trail Gonna travel the