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Santa mother fucking clause
1: All the motherfuckers in da house just take a pause cause we donīt belive
in santaclause
We rub him on his presents we donīt wont his lessons and we don't wanne se his foolich dresses
The biatshes they have to wait until cristmas then he fuck them thair ass
up until da turn red like I said they are almost dead when they are fed up with water and bread
take a
Limhamn cop and be his friend then leave him in da shit at the very end.
One time when I rimed I remmember the driveby shooting in da goldmine.
REF: We grow up in da hood whising we could be somthing good, like da most
of da kids in da hood we understood we were fuckedup for good
2: Hanging outside Jackīs we were so nervous we couldent relax cause da
driveby shoting was a fact,
we saw a gang on da otherside we thought now was da
time, we moved and came from behind
I took my uzy aimed on his head pulled
da trigger and now da motherfucker is dead
if you want to livedonīt fuck whit us cause that will be your dead, we can
put your head on your mothers bed
Police was all over da place but when they saw ourt face they ran like
pussys away from our uzys.
REF: We grow up in da hood whising we could be somthing good,
like da moust
of da kids in da hood we understood we were fuckedup for good