.Black head baby standing in the road,
A child of your ran dancing all alone,
Sweat, her s**, her bad intentions,
Taking your soul is part of her profession.
The slightest touch is a lot to me a weapon,
Now I give it all just to make it happen.
Whoa, yeah, boy, you b.
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