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Jan 2018
Ten little
Nine little
Eight little .......

Seven little
Six little
Five little.......

Four little
Three little
Two little.....

One
With a mind..
You ain't think about me..
Thought I would run..
But you ain't seen what I've seen..

I'll be the One..
That entices the other 9...
To Fight back..

Attack..

Call me Nat

As I place the burner to your throat.
And watch all that talk choke
I just wanted to be free
But you couldn't leave me be..

So now its

One little
Two little
Three little......

Four little
Five little
Six little......

Seven little
Eight little
Nine little.......

Ten ******

Whipping that ***!!!
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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