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He said, I don't know why you're acting like this.
Yoou trow the cornbread on thr table
and it fell to the floor. I got up and left.
you hit me with the Hoe, on purpose
again I left.
When you took the credit card
and put it back in mthe draw with
nothing one it:
I didn't say anything.
But yesterday  I went
to the Women at Beat- ah- Bytch.
And hired sum Protection.
you gonna get your honey.
They gonna get you!
Told them E'ery thang.
You don't know who you dealin wiff!
How bout that!
How do them apples grab you?
Bet not be mad cause you pregant:
I asked you if
I could do-it!
You say yes Baby!
You said Yes!
Bet-knot be!

Excepts from "Your Mean Mother" or " Une mere Phussier"
written by Vargue Howarth, New Tile press. Ny, New York.
written with permission from
 Gabby Noitall and Bet knot Mister who appears courtsey 
of Prestige and money, Fame of wealthy men Inc.
call Brime Stoney for music rights.
Brime appears courtsey of gumout tasting bbq
with watered down ketsup Music Company.
Things Fussing People say: recorded live
with permission from Fussy and Them.
From Damn fool Record Company.
Godbout Canada.....

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