The Muslims

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Sanatçı: The Muslims

albüm: Mayo Supreme

This is haram
You know Qur'an
Don't do us harm
Don't be so bad
Piss off your dad
He'll cut off your phone
Then you'll be mad
Blame it on us
Say its our fault
We did no wrong
We serve allah
You wrote a punk song
Father, O Father, I'm sure that it's true
The drama, the fitnah I'm causing for you
Searching and searching for certainty
Only thing certain I know is your TRASH
UGH
Sister, O Sister, I'm sure that you're mad
Your blaming your caging on me? What a drag!
"Faggot oh faggot, you thought that you had it
Allah and your family handles your baggage"
Shirk Shirk Shirk your dick off, your head is in your hands
You can leave my by the waste side, I'll call you when I care
Brother, O Brother, you've fucked me the most
Tuck me in corners and torch all my poems
Coolin oh coolin, your using your kufi
To cup out the koolaid you piss
UGH
Mother, O Mother, I hate how you feel
Caged in the pages of patriarch spiel
Splitting your kids into spaces that take away agency
From you. I guess that we're done too
Shirk Shirk Shirk your dick off, your head is in your hands
You can leave my by the waste side, I'll call you when I care
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you lil bitch

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