Jul 19 2009
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Mariah Carey
Wrong day
Rub me the wrong way
If I had it my way
Make your chest whistle like a train
Manic depressive
I flip all day
Got more up and downs
Than Mariah Carey’s range
Caught me at a bad time
Stick it to you like ticky tack
A Y-City state of mind
Block away from the donk Cadillac
And it’s not my house
But it is my soul
Maybe Mariah can sing
At the funeral
-Ghost Writer
