Mosquito buzzing my head
i tried to swat 'em, fled
came back to stick my back
i never felt 'til she's fat
can't fly; died on same spot
wasn't from my hands; blood
there's one more in my arm
i let her share what i have
it's itchy i let her suck
whatever she did, she's stuck
like me keep sucking same juice
but this bottle johnny; no ice
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