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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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