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Queen Son And Daughter

and torture, sex of the 90's Mass murders and random violence, when the living become the dead Father killing mother, daughter, son suicide pact Butchers

livin' with him Yeah he cooks and sews and cleans up the place he cuts my hair and shaves my face And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do And

it nice and wet Please don't get upset, the fun just begun Wanna want a job done, will you make me a son? Will you make me a daughter? Do I need to pump

, sippin' on Remy If you looked in dudes eyes then you woulda saw envy And maybe you'd still be alive, you hear me son? I mean ya daughter was barely

all the old folks pray, to Jesus' soakin' they sins in trays Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin' a word best describin' my life, to name my daughter My strength, my son

to prevent this The 40, cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis At any given instantanother incident You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperment And

and the butterfly) her wings are torn my babies dead (the butcher and the butterfly) oh heaven help me what have I done I kissed the daughter of my unborn son

to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be fun, makin' records to see your response But, now competition is none, now that you're gone And these

that yo my daughter and my son 'gon live on 7, 1, 8 zip code triple 1, O,1 A yo its queens, money, whips and fiends Bald heads and fades, du rags and