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DIRT ON THE NAME OF STEVEN
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lil aaron
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Aaron I can’t forgive him or myself “Na zdrowie!” Pour it out for health Just a mutt b*t*h that grew up in hell And f**k, I got stories to tell They called my dad a creeper when they stripped me away from him On sad days I believed them, dirt on the name of Steven Teenage cuts, cuts that ain’t stopped bleeding To feel is f**kin' freedom, I got my Eastern Dreamin Swimmin', he’s a fiend, chances are he’ll make a scene There he goes again, rude c**t, real c**t (Yah) Mongrel blood is deeper, drownin' with no culture Some boys think they’re predators when they’re really vultures Hell is bubblin’ over, tell me can you smell the sulfur? Take another toke and melt into the sofa You need a bad man to keep the bad men at the door Only God is keeping score, I’m Madonna and the whore And they keep on wanting more and I keep on letting blood Even though I gave it all, mind’s racing back and forth Shoulda f**kin' took that call, reaper man was at his door And when he died his heart was sore I can’t forgive him or myself “Na zdrowie!” Pour it out for health Just a mutt b*t*h that grew up in hell And f**k, I got stories to tell I can’t forgive him or myself “Na zdrowie!” Pour it out for health Just a mutt b*t*h that grew up in hell And f**k, I got stories to tell, I got stories... These country kids are spittin' as they’re calling me a freak But I’m on a winning spree, despite of my pedigree Always thought I was better, my momma calls me judgemental Thats why I’m not sentimental And the past I have left it behind But the guilt it is still on my mind At the funeral I couldn’t cry I rap this sh*t with tears in my eyes (Yah) I find it hard to sleep, c**t I’m thinking of some whack sh*t The demons of the past are always f**kin' in the back seat Sugar cane and bad heat Mosquito bites and dank weed The kids that once harassed me Will never f**king pass me Red dust in the rear view, I can’t f**king see you I got a bad man, he keeps the bad man at the door '96 Bonnie and Clyde, mother f**k the law Bubba grew up poor, that's why I want it all I can’t forgive him or myself “Na zdrowie!” Pour it out for health Just a mutt b*t*h that grew up in hell And f**k, I got stories to tell And I can’t forgive him or myself “Na zdrowie!” Pour it out for health Just a mutt b*t*h that grew up in hell And f**k, I got stories to tell, I got stories... Can’t forgive him or myself “Na zdrowie!” Pour it out for health Just a mutt b*t*h that grew up in hell And f**k, I got stories to tell And I can’t forgive him or myself “Na zdrowie!” Pour it out for health Just a mutt b*t*h that grew up in hell And f**k, I got stories to tell, I got stories...
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