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product of fear


with my weapon, i protect what's mine

a piece of my gun for a piece of your mind

can i buy a sliver of your time?

i taught my bullets how to read minds

 

fill our heads with faith and values

save your morals, it's no use

i must've come to cum again

i wanna be your little friend

forget the rights you thought you had

their laws are all iron clad

i must've come to cum again

wanna be my little friend?

 

caution labels printed on my lips

preaching words to corrupt your kids

you know i'm here to corrode their minds

teaching them how to march out of time

 

fill our heads with faith and values 

save your morals, it's no use

i must've come to cum again

i wanna be your little friend

forget the rights you thought you had

their laws are all iron clad

i must've come to cum again

wanna be my little friend?

 

i'm a good girl, i'm a good girl

i take my ritalin

i'm a good girl, i'm a good girl

i pray to god again

i'm a good girl, i'm a good girl

gimme medicine

i'm a good girl, i'm a good girl

i promise not to sin

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