You think that you can amputate me? I am you, you are me, you are I, I am we We are one, split in two that makes one, so you see You got to kill you if you wanna kill me
Maybe I am the ballot in the box / the bullet in the gun / the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son and really that whole theme song.
I’m sorry, Puff, but I don’t give a fuck
If this chick was my own mother, I’d still fuck her with no rubber
And cum inside her and have a son and a new brother
At the same time and just say that it ain’t mine—what’s my name?