Old man with a book in hand,
Telling me I'm goin' to hell,
Said my skin gon' melt off me,
And I'll ache all over.
Old man don't kno',
He's gon' open the do',
And his eight girlfriends,
They'll be there fa sho'.
Old man don't kno',
He really don't kno',
If hell is for me,
It's home for him for sho'.
By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com
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