.[Father]
Hush little shorty don't say a word
Fathers gonna buy you a fat sack of herb
And if that fat sack of herb don't smoke
I'ma rob my plug and take all of his dope
The smoke, the pills, the coke, youth in revolt
That stuff you use to cope, just hand me the rope
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