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The old bags in my apartment complex used to harass me;
They used to make comments about my weight and underclass me.
An old lady doesn't care what comes out of her mouth;
I shouldn't care because her life is going down south.
Everyone has an idea of a grandma sweet;
Very kind and very petite.
I am here to tell you that is a lie;
That straight to hell, these bitches can fly.
They think that every thinks they are kind and gentil;
But, they are about as intelligent as lentils.
My man says that respect is earned and not given;
I'm telling you that these old bags are not forgiven.
With all my heart, I love; and with all my heart, I hate;
But, with old ladies, it is not a matter of debate.
They can all go straight to hell;
Because their brains are nothing but bouncy gel.