RULE IN HELL...by Talile Ali
SHE WAKES AT SEVEN
STARTS HER COFFEE POT
BITCHES WITH HER HUBBY
ABOUT HOW MUCH HE AIN'T GOT
LOOKING FOR SOME YOUNG BOYS
ONE'S SHE CAN CALL FRIENDS
ONE BEFORE SHE GET'S TO WORK
ONE FOR AFTER TEN
DO DO DO
DOIN AND CHEWIN SOMETHIN
ALWAYS ON HER MIND
BUNS UP FOR THE FELLAS
HEY, SHE'S JUST THAT KIND
HUBBY DOESN'T LIKE IT
SAY'S IT MAKES HIM ILL
AFRAID HE MIGHT CATCH SOMETHING
WHICH THERE AINT NO PILL
DO DO DO
SOME ONE STOLE HER CHILDHOOD
SHE WAS RAPED REAL YOUNG
NOW SHE DOES THE RAPIN
AND SHE'S HAVING THE FUN
DO DO DO DO DO DO
SO SHE CRUZES ART FAIRS
DALLY'S AND THE BARS
LOOKIN FOR THAT REPASS
ONE THAT WON'T LEAVE SCARS
AS SHE DROOLS AND SLOBBERS
OVER THE YOUNG FARE
HURT'S SHE'LL NEVER BE ONE
ONLY WANTS HER SHARE
DO DO DO
HARD BEIN A COUGAR
HARD BEIN A WIFE
HARD BEING THIS HAPPY
WHEN YOUR START'S
A MESSED UP LIFE
HERE'S TO NEW FOUND KINGDOM
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