I'm in the spot ,
Pull out the glocks where the rugers be ,
Goodness me ,
Start trouble with the ace ,
the hookers freeze ,
You better eat less if all you eatin with is sugar teeth ,
I box in attempts to get at Ray ,
Where Sugar be? ,
Goodness me ,
White Castle aint fresh ,
They hide hamburgers in ignorance ,
they askin who took the beef ,
I’m wonderin if I can cook a piece ,
But how the customers gonna eat good with some crooked teeth? ,
Goodness me
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