Blam blam, lungs is gone, sons will mourn. From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog. When the street passed midnight, look for 'em in the morgue. Don't play with these cats 'cause I ain't got nothin' to say to these cats. For the mothers that really do love 'em, please pray for these cats.
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