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(I'mma do so much fucking cocaine
I'mma rape so many fine bitches
Be like what time is it? Five o'clock?
Damn, I'mma go rape me some fine bitches
Y'know what I' sayin'?)
(Oh yeah, totally
Like five o'clock
It's raping time)
(Yeah)
You got a rape fetish
There's blood on your dress
Your mascera's running, now your face's all messed
Oh-ooh
It's just a rape fantasy
And I'm here to give you, whatever fuck that you need
Your folks are gone, you are all alone
You're calling me, asking me bring you to home
Oh-ooh
It's just a rape fantasy
And I'm here to give you, whatever the fuck you need
And if you need to bleed, I got my trusty knife
(Oh-ooh)
Or if you need to pray, I'll be the only God who comes tonight
Nothing could be wrong and feel so right
(Oh-ooh)
I've got you bound and spinning
I will let you down 'cause I'm on your fucking side
I've got a rape fetish
There's blood on your dress
Your masceras running, now your face's all messed
Oh-ooh
It's just a rape fantasy
And I'm here to give ya, whatever the fuck
I'm here to give ya, whatever the fuck
I'm here to give ya whatever kinda fuck that you need
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