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Song Title:	Love Song
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Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk

I hope you're with your bitch

Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP

So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo

While Violent J tells you the poetry

That just makes the bitches melt

Only on WLUV

Hello, baby

I was thinking about you

So I wrote this song

I like to dedicate this to the love

That has expressed from you and I

So just sit back and enjoy

Eh, yo, bitch, come over here and let me kick it to ya

Tried to stick my nuts in ya then I never knew ya

Cuz your ugly and you know you can't hide that

So what you look like a chicken with a hunchback

Oh, it doesn't matter that you from down south

If you talk like it, I'm a smack you in your mouth

Bitch, I admit it, I'm quick to hit a woman hey

But that's okay, cuz bitch, I'm Violent J

And I'm a southwest mack daddy juggalo

And you're nothing but a two-bit stankin' ho

But I love you and I hope you realize that

I don't care about the hair growing out your back

Smoking that blunt, drink some Mad Dog through the night

And your ugly bitch turns into Karen White

And I stick my wing-wang in the middle

I like a filthy-ass ho, the kind that make your nuts shrivle

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door

Let me get some neden, ho

Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay

I'm finna hit it anyway

I guess you want me to take you on a big date

But what you're saying don't sound all that straight

All I wanna do is feel your butt and squeeze your titties

Cuz I can't feed your fat ass on a buck fifty

Let's make love my sweet little dove

I wouldn't get near that neden without a glove

Cuz it's rats and spiders up in there

Hittin that'll take the curl out your nut hairs

I smack your tittie and claps when it hits the other

But I don't want em clappin too loud it'll wake your mother

Bitches always front like they don't wanna let you hit

But then they always screamin banshees when you gettin with it

So don't fake the funk, I'm nothing but a ghetto punk

All I'm trying to do is stick you in your fat rump

So get the fuck out them dirty-ass drawers

And come and twist my balls cuz I love you

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door

Let me get some neden, ho

Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay

I'm finna hit it anyway

You and I both know

That I've been wrong to you in the past

And I know that I love you

All I wanna do is slide my wang into your neden

I wanna hit that neden so damn hard

Let my nuts bang on your anus

That's my only true desire

I feel for you, I think for you

I breathe for you

All I want is a little neden

Ya know, everyday when the wind blows

All I hear is my nuts flapping against your booty, ho

And that's all I ever want

And that's all I ever dreamed of

That is you and your neden, bitch

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