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Child lyrics
Yeah, It's Don Luto on the Mic, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
What's going on!!
In the Streets of the Jungle the Kids playin' Games!
Games of suffer and they stump their names!
War-City, splain to Kitty, and a child hold the nitty
On his friends, parents and the neighbours!!
Spider-Warrior, his body is going nervous!!
A Gangstar-Instinct, a cup of wink
In his town, Motherfuckers, cut shit stink
Big-Apple Problem, Ghetto-Boy like Rolan
He trunk the school, and enter his Crime-Rule
With wrong friends, a gangstar-Army
Like Killa-Bees on a swarm,Ohh Nutty-Kramy
Bitch-Ass-Brothers, motherfuckin' Sleepers
Hey Child, keep your ass down of this Neepers
Quikly, before you step through the Hell
Like Ozzy Osburne, Satanism Skins-Streel
fuck that szene, keep it real
They had all a fuckin' Childhood like O'Neal
Money maker, brown sugar racker
Long time ago, i've think this shit stunks
But my Heaven's mind keeped me from this drunks
The Bible, Koran, Good books, helpers
Through my lessley time
I hope that they help you out of your crime
Oh yes, today you are a gangstar
but tomorrow when you've done you're just a camper
And than you old completes kill you ranker!!
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