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Warning: This track may offend.
Warning: This track may offend.

Do you ever get it, where the bitch would just get it,
Except her family and friends simply just wouldn't let it?
You get a safe row; bring her and her mate home.
You lay low, wait until it's getting late so.
Baby as an answer I don't take "No".
Remember that you never fucking rape though.
Girls never really ever gotta fake those,
But when I’m pounding my penis straight into red mash potato,

Where’d your pussy go, ho, ho?
Where’d your pussy go, ho?
It’s like I’m throwing my brick in through a window.
It’s like I’m putting my prick into a bin hole.

Has she had a baby? You never know, maybe.
Can even feel my penis is starting to hate me.
It feels like this when she’s just eighteen,
If I pushed hard enough I could split her spleen.
What I mean is there’s something in between us.
And no there’s nothing fucking wrong with my penis.
It was never like this with my ex ho’s,
It’s just yours comes with a built in echo

Where’d your pussy go, ho, ho?
Where’d your pussy go, ho?
It’s like I’m throwing my brick in through a window.
It’s like I’m putting my prick into a bin hole.

Producers with Computers

Two thousand and nice.

Murder lessons.

Where’d her pussy go, ho, ho?
Where’d her pussy go, ho?
It’s like he’s throwing his brick in through a window.
It’s like he’s putting his prick into a bin hole.

Where’d your pussy go, ho, ho?
Where’d your pussy go, ho?
It’s like I’m throwing my brick in through a window.
It’s like I’m putting my prick into a bin hole.

Ho-o-o