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Junior And William

fud And I stayed on my flow at Cash Money like a rug Tied to the fuckin' birdman like a lug And dear Mr. Ronald Williams To you I shall forever give thanks

boom June wanted boys, so Margie wore, short hair and corduroys Soon they had Claire then Linda and Louise, a matching pair June liked boys Donald and

whoa) And I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cop me, baby And the house on the hill when you dropped like 80 On a down payment thinkin' damn ain't life gravy And

cancelled. Space Luge! Is also cancelled. And all other events are pending! Welcome to your Space Olympics All the oxygen has run out And someone who will

And I like my Sprite Easter pink And my wrist special clock but the mule's cooler I have more jewels than your jeweler Touch and I will bust your medulla

And I like my Sprite Easter pink And my wrist special clock but the mule's cooler I have more jewels than your jeweler Touch and I will bust your medulla

And never, could kick a verse When worse come to worse I'm better Shine like genuine rhine and black patented leather On half naked honeys who forgot

Makin' me weak, I think you really trust me too much You and me been cool Since back in middle school Like when we used to clown And run around and

was a family story no one will tell It's a photo album, too terrible But the pride and the pallor continue to swell As the matron silently prays Junior resented the tradition they upheld And