Prowling through the darkness
walking the midnight in shadows
there ain’t no use in running
because, I put the poontang on you
you can holler in the hollow
but cant lock the fucking door
after leaving my mark on you
tattooed on your fat ass
so hush your yakkity yak
and put a sock in it
but you cant wash the blues away
because, I put the poontang on you
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