Primer Atmosphere

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Hey Daley, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfucker

(intro) I do... I do... I do...
Hey whassup, can I kiss the bitch yet?... I do...

First of all, bitch, I never promised I'd be rich
So fuck you and your wishes, ya need to do the dishes
And change the damn cat litter
I thought I told you to get rid of that crazy cat last week
Yo, don't you get sassy with me, missy
Because I'll go upside you quickly
But yo, she's kinda sneaky when I sleep she'll probably stick me
But it be a threat, and threats make her respond
She probably grew up watching pops beat her mom

Until the break-a-dawn
I could pop shit, talk shit, hostage to herself
Because there ain't nowhere to walk
This is the middle of hell
You've got no job, no diploma
Might as well kick it with me and live in Hinckley, Minnesota

She's my trailer park chick
With the pop tarts and venison hard liquor to cop a buzz
Off the over-the-counter medicine
The rent is in the mail, bitch, pump the keg
Fix the antenna, act your age and spread your legs
It's my CAS-STLE, white trash ho
And if I want to I'll put it in your asshole