I thought you were a fat chick
Then I realized, you were pregnant
I thought, it would be funny if your baby died
So I kicked you in the stomach
I kicked you, your baby's dead
I kicked you, your baby's dead
I kicked you, your baby's dead
Ha, ha, ha, your baby's dead
There were no stairs to throw you down
There was no roof to through you off
There was no coat hangers around
So I kicked you in the stomach
I kicked you, your baby's dead
I kicked you, your baby's dead
I kicked you, your baby's dead
Ha, ha, ha, your baby's dead

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