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im totally mad, rollin up blunts with torn grocery bags while I'm sposed to be back, stocking up cans. it won't make me feel bad to hit u, skinny black u with jujitsu, i cop my weed sacks where they make me buy five bags of chips too. it's right to fear me when u hear this, i'm runnin through u like the beer shits, & i'll make u look irrelevant like giant-chinned black conspiracy theorists. i spend fat loot, i'm no penny pincher... i'll lock u in the bathroom with a fatty ginger til u turn white - Kenny Fisher. i'm bout to explode, this is the end for u, you know the deal... everyone knows my references are out of control, Jonah Hill. I'll beat u til your dead, punch ur forehead til the snot falls. I'm neighbor, if he got mad & punched holes through cinder block walls. I'm a chronic prick, I'll steal all ur shit & find a nice spot for it. i'm veritas with hair and a legitimate doctorate. call me ur father, kid, cuz ur trick mom's a horny ho. i just put it in a quarter and got a car... nick papagorgio. i make it hostile, you'll often find me with a Jameson bottle, in a drunken kung fu battle with monkeys in a Vegas brothel.
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