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Artist: From First To Last
Album: Dear Diary, My Teen Angst Has A Body Count (2004)
Title: Dead Baby Kickball

Lyrics Dead Baby Kickball

Girl, please
You must think that I'm crazy
But we all know you's a cutie
and you're all like, "Nuh-uh, boys don't wanna get with me"
Girl, please
I can see right through those
fake colored contacts
Your eyes ain't blue
I bet that hair's held by glue

Hey, shorty
Why you playing games?
These games were played, the rules were made, you dropped these names
and now you got nothing to say

It's like an episode of cheaters
and I'm that dude with the gun
Hiding cameras in your bedroom
Girl, I know what you done
I might be your baby's daddy
but that don't mean shit
When every dude on the block
knows you're a trick

Hey, shorty
Why you playing games?
These games were played, the rules were made, you dropped these names
and now you got nothing to say

Uh, I'm not a rockstar but I still tend to rock hard
You trying to play games tease and trying to keep me rock hard
Trying to make me slap you and see me in a cop car
Catch me speeding in stock cars expecting me to stop hard
You playing with the mind of the craziest kind
Telling me how much you love me when I know that you're lying
You must be snorting lines if you think that I'm crying
You manipulating backstabbing cold and kaniving
I went from last to first but this is first to last
I'm the major league playa you can kiss my ass, trick

(Drop it like it's...)
...Hot!
Shake it like a salt shaker

Fuck
Fuck you


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