Letras:
Fat Kid Camp

Way back in the month of april.the tears fall from a child.dry them eyes little one.this is not meant to hurt you. turn away.the years have passed by

Angels, wait for, their wings.hell bound, saints of, corruption.the book that is written.serves no purpose for humanity.stories are told.fables of time

Victim, rape, bound and cut, left for dead.the patterns seemed to be like the rest.take me back to the night when all was lost.a simple dinner turned

: *Little kid* Tell me about these fake ass bitches [2Pac] Look here little nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too but you'll never hear that side

and weights i was straight until i got caught sellin' them shaped i'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch you're rent i got kicked out of summer camp

is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp

back home, Son? My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe The mad hatter, big dick style, beware goons Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat

's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp Break your concentration, murder your camp

rapist, internet pedophile disco Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish Glass bubble lo-cal profile, the year's fiscal Workin family, social jowe, boot camp Rehab group home kid