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letra de open season - jojo lafrance jr

yo’s up
yo nose stuffed
get the babies red pump
f-ck the ump
steal her home
and she ain’t safe
open season
finally mutt
hit the buck anthlers
she gives head on the wall
deer trophy
as i write this letter to you
she has a bob the builder
bobble head
head f-cked
fierce head
pull her honey bun
nympomatic
shawty take her by the hand
and the spirits brewing
fararri need for speed
eating and eating out
rip her heart out
portland
feed it to the gators
the mighty gators
gator bait her
and i call em al
she seeing angels in the outfield
satchmo with her peepers
15 cents for spare rib
center cut
make the decible rise in her ears
ear drums raise up like a standing ovation
elevator out of service
you mama think its a mobile home
krimson wave i’m rolling on
she said 12 a perc
out windy on some bullsh-t
morgan but no cubs crossing
mark save yo grace
hard to the core
she l!cking each of my veins
down to the floor
4/21 lore
loving music
music is back
magnificent music
with a back pack
trying to mist that cat
with baskin robin flavors
that’s 31 positions
for the lovely ladies
out the competition
wanna sound off
i’m blitzing
all out writing sprinting
call a shot
a nice drink
straight to the head
like a barrette
loc up my dreads
locked up or dead
you a hero
chicken at the grave
ends that sway
stabilizer
don’t want you like worn out bearings
red high temp grease in yo f-cking head b-tch
survived the crash bandicoot
stinky bandits
leave em wet at first
running faucets
throwing bricks at their heads
maginificent days and harlem nights
fresh as subways
ride away to your hideaway
confine sp-ce relive or capture the moment
polaroid picture
magnificent
thought we could be friends
till the end
chuckie and his bride
but she scared like chucky finster
rugrats adventure
aints but no bag over my face
puppy master got em doing what that dike say
f-cking b-st-rds glorious
store raided
fish bait it
eating catfish
neddle nose don’t touch it
throw the rail in
rail em in
at the end of this line
i’m the best
i win
with these dizzy b-tches
galesby blow em the f-ck out
pep to her step
don’t show her off and never act
like her audition with this naked b-tch
y’all missing out and wishing upon
they fake the fame
coconut with pulp juiced up
get em

- jojo lafrance jr

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