| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 86% | Hey yo, you ready to get down man? Yeah, whatever man Hey, you ready to get this on this? Whatever man You say it's whatever man Whatever man Hey yo, whatever man Check it, who I'm playing Keep this one in your mind I'm saying La la la Yo, I'm smoking over Still it hurts you I keep your daughter way out past the curfew For a thoughtful conversation We don't give a fuck when we smoked out In the land that's dope No doubt From this brawn weed I cut from the street Hit you open like butt cheeks From girls who be freaks Hey yo, can I be SWV? You the one with Shogun Yes, he the one He the one | ▶️ |
| 80% | Can't see from that, get down this way before the night is over | ▶️ |
| 85% | 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. | ▶️ |
| 82% | Get over here. | ▶️ |
| 84% | Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The Terminator would never stop. It would never leave him. And it would never hurt him, never shout at him or get drunk and hit him or say it was too busy to spend time with him. It would always be there. And it would die to protect him. Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the same as Joyce. | ▶️ |
