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You had mama
Turned her against me as a mamba
With a pep talk you fooled father
As if you were his loving brother
You dragged sister
Caged her in your home as a baby sitter

I know you
I won’t be your booboo
I’d rather fly like a bird
Than let you lay
With me in your bed
Because I’m not gay

I’ve got you now
I could whack you down the drain
Where you’ll be swallowed in the gushing water caused by rain

You caused me pain
And my patience you strain
But a heart pure without stain
Can’t requite with disdain
Come on, old crook
You’ve been let off my hook.

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