The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
The Story: And my blunt is my ho now
The Story: At home, drawing pictures, Of mounds of tots, With ham on top
Considering the name of the song, I thought for a couple of days my lyrics were the real deal, and her diction sure helped me think so. Turned out they weren't, of course.
8/31/2013 7:00 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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