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Little mask upon my face
Is the slightest of concerns
But when in public and see bare skins
My heart I feel it burns
"Wear the effin cloth" I tell Karen and her sons
She calls me libcuck sheep and all of the above
Across her face I picture my can of twisted tea
But Im pretty sure that after ,they be arresting me
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