Pussy Prowler's COPS
Always round about, chasing pussy in your crusers
Bragging on wheels
How much pussy you raped, grinding in jail cells
with men/women having babies
not being a man taking care of what you made
born on Halloween month
It fits her like a king
The Queen of pussy smelling as a kid
wobbling boys dicks,
Efrem, Charlton, Ruben, & Jimmy John Butler
October 8th, 1964 Hall of Fame, City Hall with the Mayor
Hall of weenie with her pussy crew
SWAT is watching, playing peek-a-boo
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