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Handy Man

Nail fools when I bang this hammer, construction worker I use my tool, that's my chick, I love to work her Ain't putting her on the strip, no prostitution She's my problem solver, always got a solution Put haters to sleep, tuck 'em, not in the bed Love to give head, no sucking, fill the dome with lead Me and her have intercourse, love to bust A wonderful relationship, filled with trust I'm twisted, like an almond, I'm a nut Loose screws, gonna force me to tighten ya'll up Crazy, Bang! Now ya' really lost ya' minds Mess around and squeal, skin you pigs, call that pork-rinds Demolition, I level fools, leave 'em flatline Better not slip up, I'll run down on you, like your spine Haters wanna hate, it's time to segregate The real from the fake, hope you can relate Backstabbing fools, smile in your face That's why I'm handy, the hammer's on my waist Mess around, make me catch a big case Gotta' get away, try and make some space Hopping on planes, to get away from lames 'Bout to change my name, ain't switching my game Can't trust haters, trying to mess up your life They're filled with strife, cut 'em off, where's my knife They done made me mad, go grab my tools For my craft, time to put work on these fools

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 7/26/2013 6:26:00 AM
I like Mr Handy Man..seems like he's willing to please
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