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letra de blood love / jaclynn - camboi smif

blood love

i love my moms
i love her more than rippin’ bongs
much more than any stupid b-tch
i ever j-zzed upon
y’all don’t wanna know what
i would do, if a f-cka
ever stepped to my mother
just to f-ck with her
i’d cut a m-th-f-cka just for
touchin her, murder other f-ckas
if they punchin’ her, once
i heard a woman was c-nt to her
i was gettin lunch with her
she was breakin’ down, cryin’
tears slidin’ out her eyes
i wanna know why
this was done unto her, some
dumb f-ckin c-nt was pumpin’ out
slanderous hand-outs, with
the names of a bunch of her
past lovers, advocatin’
sl-t-shaming, sayin’ she
was diseased, to the s-t, give
me the name, please, she
told me who she thinks
is the mastermind behind
the whole thing…
now i’m takin aim…
straight for the dame…
who caused my momma’s pain…

yeah
i came, back
strapped like a dyk- with a
big black strap-on, latched on
to sick -ss m-th-f-ckin’
mixed martial arts
so i could kick hard
hit her in the jaw, and
watch her turn into liptard
i’mma stick a chip
in the b-tch car
follow her around, just to
get to where her kids are
sittin in my whip
with an itty bitty telescope
scoped out her son, and
told him don’t be tellin’ no
body that we spoke
this some top secret sh-t, yo
i’m yo f-ckin friend tho
where the f-ck you live, bro?
i don’t know, he said
so i hit him in the head
till he bled, and told me his address
it led, me
back to the crib where his momma be
do i got a plan?
yeah, probably
honestly, my d-ck is gettin’ harder
at the thought of me
conquering, the son said
don’t hurt my momma, please
i told him don’t talk-a-me
just follow me
me and him
we crept in through the back door
put a gun to his front’n said
where is that wh-r-?
we adjourned, up the
f-ckin stairs, down the corridor
taketh me to your
moms room, for a tour
whatchu think this sword is for
poured from my lips, then swiftly
slid the sharp end, into the kid
through his arched end, then
i barged in
with a starch grin, kicked
the b-tch onto the carpet’n
made her suck my hard d-ck, with her
r-t-rded kid underneath my armpit
i started carvin’ skin off of his arms
then i shoved it up his mother’s
f-ckin fart pit
followed by my barbed fist
bejeweled with sharp sh-t
diamond rangs and watches
i’mma touch her heart with it
then i discharge j-zz’n
listen to her gargle it
hold her f-ckin nose’n
watch her swaller it
vomit down her tonsils, then
take her head and stomp on it
in my doc martens
this is for my moms, b-tch

lord please have mercy on my poor soul
what have i done?
i forgot to cut this b-tch’s cl-t off and then
feed it to her dog

jaclynn

jaclynn
i love the way you make me feel
in my d-ck, every time i’m near you
or approachin’, i get sick
with nervousness, cuz you
make me nervous, b-tch
how un-f-cking-courteous of a
person would you have to be to
f-ck with me like this’n
this some sh-t, yo, but
unfortunately, i am into it – though
it’s so, difficult, to not pontificate
everything i’m feelin’
in my rib-cage, and
wanna say, about you
to your f-ckin’ face, babe – okay
that sounded g-y, but
i am not ashamed, because
if i’m g-y for a girl like you
then i cannot be blamed, can’t you
see that you are so insanely
gorgeous as a muhh-fugga
you have the coolest b-tt i have
ever seen with my muhh-fuggas
i’m referrin’ to my eyes
which are always on you, if
we’re in the same room, yeah
it’s creepy, but it’s true, boo
i am too blue, you
got me in a few nooses
one around neck’n then
two around my juju, ya
too cute, and i
think about you constantly, i
got yo first name, on repeat
in my subconscious, please
don’t say you never thank about me
cuz i know fo-sho you do, you
even told me to my stupid face
you view my sh-t on youtube
you said you dreamt about me
das some lovie-dovie sh-t, i
ain’t sayin’ datchu love me, but
so what if you f-ckin did
i wouldn’t mind it, cuz
girl, you a lovely b-tch, butchu
ignore most’a my texts and
girl das some c-nty sh-t
i ain’t sayin, you a
c-nt, but lemme be up front, da
way you lead me on and tease me
really mothaf-ckin’ sucks, i just
wanna f-ckin f-ck, unless
you want some f-ckin love, in
which case i would say, let
us make some f-ckin love, i get it
that i’m twenty this, and
you are twenty that, but
age is just a number, and
i think dat -ss is plenty fat, don’t
tell me you can’t hang, cuz you
at work or workin’ out, i really
doubt dat workin’ round dat sh-t is
nevermind, yeah, you a c-nt

- camboi smif

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