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Body Count Born Dead Who are you ? You say that I hang out all night, that's okay, 'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom, Raise another brew to your face with you Swollen palm Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit Sayin' I'm high, I'm on dope and I better quit Muthafucka, if I was high you would die, Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye Chorus: Who are you tryin' to judge me ? Get the fuck out my face Who put you so above me ? Clear the fuck out my space You say that I want sex all the time That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind Well that's right I want sex all the time That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind Well that's right I want sex every minute, Every hour of the day, Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit, You'll hit your knees suckin' dick with a quickness In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts, Suckin' butt, With your tongue up my fuckin' ass, Chorus Get the fuck out my face Yeah Chorus You need to stay the fuck out my face Stay the fuck out my got damnned face |
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