Thug Love Story 2012

[Verse 1:]

She had the sweetest scent I ever smelt, that woman have

Skin would glisten like reflections off the bluest jag

She had a Jewish dad and a Jamaican maid

Started hanging with strippers and dropping the zippers

And selling the pussy for paper to play

Crusty feet like she hiked for days and live in the mountains

At the pub she piss in the fountain shit on the Michigan towers

She quick to split

She loves some dick in her bowels

Dabble in crystal, polish the pistol powder her sniffles with flour

Straight flieshman

In the private part of her pussy pocket

Random pussy farting

Sold at the hookers auction

Left as a crooked orphan

Wrapped in the sports section

Box score, fake black rubber cock in the top drawer but

Make this fucking bitch sit in vinegar

Apple cider baths

Sit in the vinegar

Bonrsolino

PS

[Verse 2:]

So many unfamiliar faces that have come and gun

Your a constant fucked you in the school closet

We were young then experimental periods

Laid a towel cause I fucked you on your period

Stole my mothers car crashed it by the burger king

Young blood but we thought it was eternity

Raw sex never thought about paternity

But now this cunt is trying murder me

Abusing me physically and verbally

Said my dick was too small

I went and got the surgery just to show it off

This ain't real shit baby I'm just going off

Clear the mind fuck it so I wrote a song

Night life I'm destined for the bright lights

Knife fights at the bar with some white dykes

She hold me down break a bottle on the bitch head

25 out the pussy and it's mislead

We always end up in the situation

She throwing diapers out the window at me

Called the cops said I be the face

Beat the case now I shiver at her sweet embrace

Sucking like a vacuum

Like a Smack spoon

Bubble butt thicker then the double dutch

In the family tied up and bubble fuck

[Verse 3:]

Cold tard and I mean it

I thought we grow to be old farts in Phoenix

Well now you see me low scarves and a ski knit

But I've been here since the beginning like a prefix

But I'm a to do what I gotta do

Trying to make this french dough like a Pâte à Choux

Over your head after sex shorty hold me in bed

Smoking Ethiopian red

The son goes a single teardrop fallopians bled

Nowadays you catch the hooker Sniffing coke in the shed

It's a damn shame I'm just chilling eating lamb brain

I keep the weiner on display for the campaign

I'm just doing what I had to do

Drop me in the ground but I'm not going

To the top till I fall just like Owen

Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a love state