The black mariah takes four to a side and it jostles my spine
The window is small so no light can force through so no one looking
In can look in and see you.
Got picked up again on bogus construction.
Going down to the castle for chaos and ruction.
Just cant seem to waylay my certain destruction.
So bad boy. Bad boy wacha gona do.
Wacha gonna do when they come for you.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 12:51 AM UTC
The black mariah takes four to a side and it jostles my spine
The window is small so no light can force through so no one looking
In can look in and see you.
Got picked up again on bogus construction.
Going down to the castle for chaos and ruction.
Just cant seem to waylay my certain destruction.
So bad boy. Bad boy wacha gona do.
Wacha gonna do when they come for you.
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