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Yeah wouldn't it be funny, Bone Chilla and Out Law on the mic, rapping and rapping all damn night about lesbians and what to do with them. Yeah man I know two of them. I don't know who the hell you think they are. They ain't ever going to ride in my car. And if they did, they would be sitting in the same seat, their lags spread. Look no meat. The radio will be up all the way, laughing at these hoes cause their gay. The radio will be playing Abstraq, banging with the bass in the back. As I drive I see three cones up on the bridge, the road is closed but guess what, suicide it is.
Hey Out Law, wish I was there, flipping the finger and not giving a care. I know this is sad so don't get huffy-puffy, upset, and mad. When you're with Brutis, don't jump anymore hills. I don't want my brother to be a suicidal cripple. Go be a military man, yeah stand up and fight for this land. At night look at the northern star, I'll be looking too wondering how you are. I press the gas while going up over the side, I know man I'm going to die. As I land and hit the ground. Look two eighteen wheelers going east bound, Your dad and mine. Now I hope this don't happen in time, you and I until we die, signing off, goodbye.
