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Pops

This bitch think's he leaving without me getting paid
Two weeks and he's out, he thinks he has it made
Six months short, he forgot about being hard
Begged for PC custody, fuck coming out on the yard

But this is prison boy and along with my money goes respect
I've got two fucking weeks to put his ass in check
First I've gotta observe the comings and goings
Question the old heads, the ones that are all knowing

I need a CO that's nothing but a trick
I'll pay a dollar because I'm owed fifty cents by this bitch
But I need a way in and a way back out
Caught wind of one that likes to turn inmates out

I watched him coming and going, I mean every fucking pass
Until I caught him in the showers half way up a young fish's ass
I took it to him hard, no head shots I need him
Stomp the breath out of his ass and told him what I needed with him

I promised him a box would be delivered at his house
And if he agreed, he could get back to turning this trick out
Hell I wasn't worrying about him telling shit
With that punk's mouth on his dick, hell he was down with it

Two days later he received the box
Walked up to me and we worked shit out
Next week he was going on graveyard shift
He reached into his pocket and gave me a spiff

Oh didn't I tell you, this is my trick now
Pick ups and drop offs is his thing now
Fucking bring what I want, when I want
And in return he can get all the boy pussy he wants

It doesn't matter to me, it's not my thing
I just need his help doing this fucking thing
Otherwise we wouldn't even associate, before I touch that boy pussy I'll masturbate
But I need him to help me seal this bitches fate

He's been sending messages for me to kiss his ass
A serial rapist claiming he fucked my mom last
I only meant to air lift him, take it to his ass hard
Go for broke, bust him up, I mean motherfucking retard

But at two in the morning I was let out of my cell
Walked the hard way, where motherfuckers don't tell
His door was opened so I slipped on in
Shank in hand, his eyes opened telling me when

Two stabs straight to the heart, he was trying to scream with my hand over him mouth
I looked into his eyes as the lights were slowly going out
If you hadn't disrespect Mentality you would had made it home
And yeah tell momma, I said, "hello" when you get the fuck home  
        
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