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get my cell ready
He's in jail ...
So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
He's your cousin
I've got lots of cousins
besides it's my dad's birthday
Dad spent some of mine in jail
Some of his too
That dumbfuck cousin of mine
Looked on the net
Counts are
Possession of coke
Posession of meth
Driving without a license
Back child support
I keep some weed in my car
To take the edge off
Some Jack too
To take the edge off
Sometimes my .45
To take the edge off
along with some of my coworkers
But hey I work
Not like that dumbfuck
I cut open my knees not so long ago
300 lb heavy bag
The crimson pearls looked like pomegranate juice
They've healed to watermelon seeds
He and I use to like watermelon
In between stealing our grandmother's beer and cigarettes
He's still stealing from her again
Even from her grave
Dumbfuck
I'm pounding that bag again
Carving out the hickory sticks I'll need
to beat his ass
Bloody
Prepping for a fight
That won't come
Because I love that
Dumbfuck
I'll slip him a twenty
Get high with him
Bow on my mended knees
Waiting for the next call
Shifting through her lullabies
But wanting that .45
Because
I'm a dumbfuck too
So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
He's your cousin
I've got lots of cousins
besides it's my dad's birthday
Dad spent some of mine in jail
Some of his too
That dumbfuck cousin of mine
Looked on the net
Counts are
Possession of coke
Posession of meth
Driving without a license
Back child support
I keep some weed in my car
To take the edge off
Some Jack too
To take the edge off
Sometimes my .45
To take the edge off
along with some of my coworkers
But hey I work
Not like that dumbfuck
I cut open my knees not so long ago
300 lb heavy bag
The crimson pearls looked like pomegranate juice
They've healed to watermelon seeds
He and I use to like watermelon
In between stealing our grandmother's beer and cigarettes
He's still stealing from her again
Even from her grave
Dumbfuck
I'm pounding that bag again
Carving out the hickory sticks I'll need
to beat his ass
Bloody
Prepping for a fight
That won't come
Because I love that
Dumbfuck
I'll slip him a twenty
Get high with him
Bow on my mended knees
Waiting for the next call
Shifting through her lullabies
But wanting that .45
Because
I'm a dumbfuck too
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