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Fat Kid Camp

Way back in the month of april.the tears fall from a child.dry them eyes little one.this is not meant to hurt you. turn away.the years have passed by

Angels, wait for, their wings.hell bound, saints of, corruption.the book that is written.serves no purpose for humanity.stories are told.fables of time

Victim, rape, bound and cut, left for dead.the patterns seemed to be like the rest.take me back to the night when all was lost.a simple dinner turned

on my page more than yours, little dick I'm going in more than a little bit Didn't wanna mention your name to the track but, ayyaaaayy Fuck you, you fat little shit (fat

with the Shaq Attack Flexin', I'll be crackin' your back with the boom, boom, bap Pass the mic over here, you ain't gon' want it back Everybody said I got fat

on and make 'em cry Outta all the camps in this game, nigga We the champs in this game who kick the real shit before the fame Fuck you fat ass, fake

Crack baggin' up cracks, one love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops The rich Corleone camp

Crack baggin' up cracks, one love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops The rich Corleone camp

Yeah it's live sucker Uh, yeah, and I was talking, ya know, trying to sell my records to distributors And they wouldn't take it because, you know Some fat white kid