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Pity Whores The

Growing up victim of this world today Your mother was a druggie And you dad was put away Rap song taught you about violence They should have taught

shit got pitiful The first leak was bullshit a half a brick We robbed the middle man and a bum bitch The dumb bitch But between me and him and that whore

smash your petticoat junction In a suffering city, I'm punishing the pretty And if you dont fuckin feel me I'll crush you without pity I arrange certain

fucking you now, before I blow up You know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw In the closet like a ridah type of whore

i smell that whore bring me back bring me a brick take my bottle and break it pour it all out i pushed you too far self absorb that pity i want to knock

no more Babylon rotten to the core The shitstem run by a whore We nah go bow come we settle the score Tings get gritty in the city Have no pity for

's she's she's she's Lookin' like a whore girl Three buffalo gals, three buffalo gals (Ba) Three three, buff three three Three buffalo gals (Baaa) Gals-gals, buffalo, buffalo (Ba) Three, three, three, three, three Wooh, girl, it's a pity

'll grow strong on pus and blood For I am the first and the last I am the honored one and the scorned one I am the whore and the holy one I am the wife

't escape you cannot swim Your pitiful career will dim Run away No one remembers you were here Find another place to bore Or settle down as a whore Here