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| oy, me pembers. a rorry tom skidder tay tay? bust it, foo. | |
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| bling bling, ye feckin' pikey. | |
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| yo, i get real raw on y'all cut that shit up be illin' as i throw fish and chips and they be grillin'. cut and check, cut and check. wikka wikka. | |
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| ah yeah, boy. double crunch time. copper be saying dont do the time if ya cant do the time, check it. | |
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| word. that knife fo' shizzle mah nizzle. check the blade drops mofo's quicker than roaches get hit by a can of Raid. | |
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| keepin' it real with my slick stylee like banana peels. i'm comin' out on top after i kill y'all, blade too sharp...i just cut off mah balls. | |
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