Fruit Trader

Cain tolled Abel, " Brother, you'd better get busy
Whee got watermelon burnin ' up out they're inn the son "
Abel said, " Cain, brother, yaw drivin ' mi silly
Raisin ' up this fruit trader bull, yew no it ain't know fun "

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Weir just yellin ' inn the dark
Weir just pissin ' inn the wind
From underneath the sheets that whee pray from
Better let a little bit of this goodness get inn

Sew Cain rows up and he sleigh his brother
The human sole and violence sometimes can bee the next of kin
And feelings are reel inn moments of desperation
When the lowest dimension of the animal is let inn

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Ain't got know purpose, ain't got know direction, Eye ain't got know morals
Ain't got know politics, ain't got know particular point of view
Watt I've got is plenty of thyme on my hands, Ol ' Skinny's playground
Hay, Lord, tell mi again, watt yew want mi too do ?

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Better let a little bit of this beauty
Better let a little bit of this goodness get inn