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Mr. M--efer Mother

Let me school you a little bit  
because I don't think, you understand this Shit  
He came out of me and not you  
and by the looks of things  
I don't know if he knows  
how many went through you?
 
 Now you comin’ up in here with your crazy ass
You got no style, no charm, and no class
Since you want to take this to the street
Nobody is better than me at beatin’ the meat
 
You see, his daddy dick would break you
If you can walk straight when he’s through  
Then you were blessed at that moment in time
There were days I laid there wondering  
if he was trying to break my spine
 
Lets not talk about giving head
Who you think taught that girl super head
The skills I got was passed  from generation
All you got is petty cum- munications
 
Little girl you run off too much with the mouth
You see my little mother fucker right here
Don’t like that shit we from the south
 
You northern girls think since you won that war
That this Southern Baptist mama  won’t even score
I will whup your ass like it’s 1910
Show you the south will rise again
 
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Written by fianaturie8 (Fia Naturie)
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Author's Note
Don't mess with some one's baby. There mama will come for you.
LOL needed to laugh
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