| Hey faggot, better run learn to run cause Daddy’s home
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| Daddy’s sweet lil' boy, just a little too sweet
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| Every night the man showed the faggot
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| What a real man should be
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| But the man and the faggot will never see
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| For so many can’t even perceive a real man, tell me
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| Not that the faggot didn’t find a woman
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| Fine and beautiful, he admired, desired their desires
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| He wanted love from strong hands
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| The faggot wanted the love of a man
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| His mother would pray
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| Save him, save him, save him from this life
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| His mother would pray (pray)
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| Save him, save him from this life
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| Save him, save him from this life
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| (mama what you gonna do now)
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| Go to church boy, faggot, you just a prisoner
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| Of your own perverted world
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| No picket fence, stop acting like a bitch
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| That’s all he sees, ain’t that what faggot means
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| No love dreams, only the favors sweet
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| Michael performed for money to eat
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| Cause the man kicked the faggot
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| Out the house at 16, Amen Mother, let it be
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| Before long, he was crowned queen
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| For all the world to see, his bloody body face down
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| All hail the queen, the wages of sin
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| Are surely death, child, that’s what Mama used to say
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| So there was no sympathy
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| His mother would pray
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| Save him, save him, save him from this life
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| Let he without sin
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| Walk amongst the hated and feared
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| And know true trial and tribulations
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| See my dear, we’re all dying for something
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| Searchin' and searchin'
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| His mother would pray
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| Save him, save him, save him from this life
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| Beautiful angels, dance around my soul
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| As I ride |