I swear upon thy soul
You never shall return
You were in a stooper
So next time you should learn
That when you mess with family
All Hell will break loose
Don’t ever think to come again
And bring along some booze
What you did was wrong
You knew you had no right
So when you get out of jail
Just keep out of my sight
Or I’ll take a metal tamper
And break your bones with it
Don’t ever come around my house
And go start your shi*
You’re lucky that Jon wasn’t here
My brother would of killed your a**
There would’ve been a Man-Hunt
He’d’ve robbed you of your sass
You’re going to Jail now
So I bid you beware
Don’t let Bubba get ahold of you
Especially in your underwear
I will leave you now
To think of what I said
Don’t come back again now
Or you might whind up dead
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To say the least, I'm not who you think I am. To say the most, I just don't give a d***!
To say the least, I'm not who you think I am. To say the most, I just don't give a d***!