| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 71% | Shh! Alright, I'm waiting to find my... Shit, let me be your enemy! Shh! I need to count out again! I got the... Yeah, I do toss! The one-two-thots can be able to turn around and order my own textbooks! I got the way to be! I'm gonna be trying to get the best you will ever! Shh! You're going to see everything I've ever had with you! Oh my god! You're my niece! You're my skinny little... I'm... Please, my peace is up now! | ▶️ |
| 77% | Don't turn around, cause we gonna see my heart break | ▶️ |
| 69% | my turn Oh | ▶️ |
| 74% | Get up, boy, it's my turn | ▶️ |
| 75% | Get up, boy, it's my turn | ▶️ |
| 72% | Turn my key and go! | ▶️ |
| 70% | My engine does not turn into the air. | ▶️ |
| 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. | ▶️ |
