Put kids in her box like the Rugrats
Where the Plan B?
Grab the keys, slide in Mustang, which is out back
Walgreens ’bout to close, but I doubt that
Grab the 380, point it at a fine worker named Katy
Was ’bout to lock the door, now I’m storming
Oral sex, I can make her start performing it
Point the gun at my dick
Then point it at her orifice
From afar I hear a guy yelling “help us quick!”
Oh my God, you ’bout to die
Slugs ripping through overpriced school supplies
I’m a nice guy but tonight I got the cruelest mind
Caught him at the ph#rm#cy
Now his #ss is oozing slime
Back to the reason I’m here
Running to aisle 9
Box in my pocket, skyrocket out the do’
My only regret is that I didn’t get fellatio
Race me hoe, sirens signal I’m a foe
“Short Mexican, black hair slicked back”
They describe me on the radio
Ditch the car
Will I live tomorrow?
Sprint through yards
Chased by a little dog
Reach the crib and the b#tch is gone
Ana’s running down the street in a thong
Now I’m giving chase
Yelling like ballistic ape
Crushed a can of Minute Maid
Pulling close like I missed ya babe
Tackled her
To a stop sign I shackled her
She babbled words
And for a moment almost changed my mind because she looked spectacular
But you’re not the one
Not my daughter, not my son
Show me tongue
No, this ain’t abortion, life has not begun
Shut your trap, gulp it down
It’s either this or orphan child
And despite all this, you still want me as you boyfriend, wow
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