| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 97% | Come on, come on, come on, say yeah! | ▶️ |
| 99% | 1187, Hunter-Voss. That's the hotel, what? Where I live? Nice place, I sure guess. Is that part of the test? No, just warming up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all this is the test now? Yes, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look at it. What world? What desert? Doesn't make any difference what desert is completely hypothetical. But after my breathing, maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling towards you. Tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. Never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on his back, Leon. You make up these questions, Mr. Holden, and they write them down for you. The tortoise lays on his back, his belly baking in a hot sun beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but it can't. Not without your help. Would you not help him? What do you mean I'm not helping? I mean you're not helping. Why is that Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother? My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. | ▶️ |
| 98% | 1187, Hunter-Voss. That's the hotel, what? Where I live? Nice place, I sure guess. Is that part of the test? No, just warming up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all this is the test now? Yes, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look at it. What world? What desert? Doesn't make any difference what desert is completely hypothetical. But after my breathing, maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling towards you. Tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. Never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on his back, Leon. You make up these questions, Mr. Holden, and they write them down for you. The tortoise lays on his back, his belly baking in a hot sun beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but it can't. Not without your help. Would you not help him? What do you mean I'm not helping? I mean you're not helping. Why is that Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother? My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. | ▶️ |
| 99% | You're the one, yeah put all my trust in your hands Come on and look at my eyes, here I am Here I am | ▶️ |
| 99% | Ah! Hey, buddy! Come on! Ah! Now I'm ready for this! Are you waiting for this, police man? Ah! Come on, come on, come on! Are you waiting for this, buddy? Yeah! What are you doing? Huh? Give me a hand, sir! Hey, I'm here! Wait for this! Ah! I'm here! I'm here! I need your help! Come on, y'all! Come on! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Jesus! | ▶️ |
| 98% | Come on, come on, come on, say yeah! | ▶️ |
| 96% | Yeah, come on. | ▶️ |
| 99% | Come on, let's do it again now! Yeah, yeah! | ▶️ |
| 99% | Yeah, yeah, come on, my suckers! | ▶️ |
| 98% | I smoked with a lot of college students. Most of them wasn't graduating and they knew it. You know them weed slang? Yeah boy, that's speaking fluent. I like to college dorm with my entourage from doing. Bigger they come harder they fall. That goes for knuckleheads, MCs, pussywalls and all. I lit my first L before I started to call. I got my ass wet when I had my first ball. But things changed since I was 12 years old. I specialize in recognize to every hit colds now. PPP the kind of niggas that have blood with your smoke blood with your later on stickers. Everything that's light green ain't the ball, bitch. I got different forms to make you lose your core, bitch. See my lips you ain't hitting unless you got tanned on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my sight. You ready to roll this weed up, nigga? Whatever. | ▶️ |
