||email Dr. SETI ®||
I hold yo hand in mine, bitch, I press it to my lips.
I take a healthy nibble of yo mutilated fingertips.
My joy would be complete if the rest of you was here,
But still I keep yo hand as a motherfuckin' souvenir.
The night you died I hacked it off. Do not ax me why.
For now each time I kiss it I git blood an' shit upon my tie.
I'm sorry now I wasted you. Our lovin' it be fine.
Until the mothas bust me I will hold yo fuckin' hand in mine.
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