| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 68% | I'm a forest gnome with glass, couldn't take that stuff off my ass, letting out some gas, burning hole in my pants, totally no breath damn plants, got boobs in my own, spinning washes I grown, I use a lot of methadone, watch a lot of cartoons, one of your bitches are scooby-doo, I haven't got a clue, sniff a lot of glue, cock a doodle doo, I'm cuckoo, glue over your nest, don't call me second best, then I'll have to protest, get undressed like the rest, incest. | ▶️ |
| 75% | I'm a forest gnome with glass, puttin' T-dex up my ass, lettin' out some gas, burnin' hole in my pants, don't need no breath to implant, got boots in my own, spinnin' washes I grown, I use a lot of methadone, watch a lot of cartoons, one of your bitches are scooby-doo, I haven't got a clue, sniff a lot of glue, cock a doodle doo, I'm cuckoo, glue over your nest, don't call me second best, then I'll have to protest, get undressed like the rest, incest. | ▶️ |
| 72% | Boom of glass | ▶️ |
| 72% | Glass shatters | ▶️ |
| 72% | Maybe glass go off | ▶️ |
| 72% | They got high tax, we got glass roots. They got commercials, we got a message. They got the rich campaigns and looking for leaders. We got a leader. We can make it. We got leadership. We got tolerance. We got direction. We're stronger at the pound gate. We the people can win. | ▶️ |
| 66% | They got high tax, we got glass roots. They got commercials, we got a message. They got the rich campaigns and looking for leaders. We got a leader. We can make it. We got leadership. We got tolerance. We got direction. We're stronger at the pound gate. We the people can win. | ▶️ |
| 68% | Brethren, it's time once again to seize the public's attention, to spread the word far and wide. Los Angeles demands that her residents be deafblind and unconscious. They do not hear the gunshots and the children screaming. They do not see the mountains for the smog. They sleepwalk through the crowds, the freeway traffic jams. Their sun shatters into splinters of concrete glass and steel. And when their heads pound and their eyes burn, they close the window of the BMW, blast the air conditioner and turn up the volume on the CD player. Enough! I prepare to manifesto that will alert the citizens to the evils of this living death. My words will shake them like a 7.5 earthquake. Your role is to see to it that my treatise is printed in the LA Star Morning Edition. This Vacho tells you, listen. | ▶️ |
