Don't let other macks mack your mother.
Me and you; I thought that we were friends. Me and you; I thought that we were kin. Me and you; I thought that you was my brother, until you turned around. Then you met my mother. You were so handicap like you could not find another. Friends to the end; this friendship can't go no further.
All she does is talk about you 24/7. When she found you, she thought she was in heaven. I don't know your tactics, but you sure is selling. You got more stars than a wanted felon. I'm playing this song, telling you that I'm not OK with you. Stay out my space; you don't know what you will make me do.
Monday, August 3, 2009
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