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Artist: Kendrick Lamar
Album:  good kid, m.A.A.d city 
Song:   Sherane a.k.a Master Splinter's Daughter
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

"Lord God, I come to you a sinner
And I humbly repent for my sins; I believe that Jesus is Lord
I believe that you raised him from the dead
I will ask that Jesus will come to my life and be my Lord and Savior
I receive Jesus to take control of my life
And that I may live for him from this day forth
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus name, Amen"

[Kendrick Lamar]
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta
Ass came with a hump from the jump, she was a camel
I want to ride like Arabians, push an '04 Mercedes-Benz
"Hello my name is Kendrick" she said "No, you're handsome"
Whispered in my ear, disappeared then found her dancin'
Ciara had played in the background
The parade music we made had us all wearin' shades now (cool)
"Where you stay?" She said "Down the street from Dominguez High"
Okay, I know that's borderline Compton or Paramount; "Well is it Compton?"
"No" she replied and quickly start battin' her eyes and
I strictly had wanted her thighs around me
Seventeen with nothin' but pussy stuck on my mental
My motive was rather sinful, "What you tryna get into?"
She didn't tell, just gave me her Nextel
Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer and well
The summer had passed and now I'm likin' her
Conversation we having probably enticin' her
Who could imagine? Maybe my actions would end up wifin' her
Love or lust, regardless we'll fuck cause the trife in us
It's deep rooted, the music of bein' young and dumb
It's never muted, in fact it's much louder where I'm from
We know a lot 'bout each other, her mother was a crack addict
She live with her granny and her younger two brothers
Her favorite cousin Demetrius's irrepetible
Family history of gangbangin' did make me skeptical
But not enough to stop me from gettin' a nut
"I wanna come over, what's up?" That's what I told her 
soon as this episode of "Martin" go off, I'm tryin' to get off
I was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of bein' thirsty
Probably could hurt me, but fuck it I got some heart
Grab my momma's keys, hopped in the car, then oh boy
So now I'm down Rosecrans in a Caravan
Passin' Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump
I got enough to get me through the traffic jam
At least I hope cause my pockets broke as a promise man
I'm thinkin' bout that sex - thinkin' bout her thighs 
or maybe kissin' on her neck or maybe what positions next
Sent a picture of her titties blowin' up my texts
I looked at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette
Enthused by the touch of a woman, she's a masseuse
And I'm a professional porn star when off the Goose
I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom
I'm hopin' to get her loose like an Uncle Luke anthem
I'm two blocks away, 250 feet
And six steps from where she stay, she wavin' me 'cross the street
I pulled up a smile on my face, and then I see
Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my phone rang