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Tyrone

You said
You said I was a furry fat shit
And I
Well I

I don't really appreciate...
That
Bitch!


Listen you pink- eye browed bitch
I know you think- you can win
This wittle battle- but you can sit
Your dough ass in- the oven

After December I’ll dismember
You arms n’ legs plus ya head
In the shed, with the bread
You live under- that’s right man

I’ll eat your insides
As you cry
Ill beat you into
Little crumbs

I’ll eat your insides
As you cry
Ill beat you into
Little crumbs