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Pity Whores The

girl, fuckin you now before I blow up You know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw in the closet Like the rider type of whore

Nineteen seventy one we all heard the starters gun New York is such a pity but at Max's Kansas City we won we all shot the shit at the bar with Johnny

I am the serial killer I am the bloody hand I am the chief whore taker I am the chosen one. I am the red staight razor, The one who bathes in blood;

shit got pitiful The first leak was bullshit a half a brick We robbed the middle man and a bum bitch The dumb bitch But between me and him and that whore

smash your petticoat junction In a suffering city, I'm punishing the pretty And if you dont fuckin feel me I'll crush you without pity I arrange certain

fucking you now, before I blow up You know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw In the closet like a ridah type of whore

i smell that whore bring me back bring me a brick take my bottle and break it pour it all out i pushed you too far self absorb that pity i want to knock

no more Babylon rotten to the core The shitstem run by a whore We nah go bow come we settle the score Tings get gritty in the city Have no pity for

's she's she's she's Lookin' like a whore girl Three buffalo gals, three buffalo gals (Ba) Three three, buff three three Three buffalo gals (Baaa) Gals-gals, buffalo, buffalo (Ba) Three, three, three, three, three Wooh, girl, it's a pity