here here children, gather round the fire
grab the smores, string marshmallows on your wooden wires
me? i not your damn counselor, fuck his faggot ass
i stashed him in the back of vans, strangled wit a sleeping bag
and the lady leader, i peeped her ass...
said fuck it, we aint fuckin... merked her wit the one shoutin "Superman"
so fuck a ghost tale, i aint gotta damn story to tell
so when i cant till no body else, the next nigga will

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