nothing left but a pile of ash
screaming in her head to the pile of trash
once were clothes and designer labels
gone down in history bad ass fables
game of salior moon and whiskey rhyme
you fuck with her heart you'll do the time
shopping in stores to replace your threads
blotting the cotton swabs in your head
so beautiful and tasteful at her best
bad girls finnish first you know the rest
step behind shit runs down hill
thats why shes ahead took the loaded pill
three flames started by cooking oil
a cauldren of haste in blood she toil
dance all night every guy in sight
hears whispers words from the mouths of turds
shes a gangstar the hustla wrote this tune
to help women when men try to bruise
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