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| 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 | ▶️ |
| 86% | That's the best part of saying it. I've always got phrases and tunes in my head that go together. Certain words I like, certain ideas for songs, but they're never finished. | ▶️ |
| 91% | Presently we have Dana listed in critical condition. Come to us. There is complete unawareness of self or environment. There is no evidence of language comprehension. No evidence of voluntary responses to external stimuli. My apologies, but no one here can determine how Dana arrived at the hospital, administered her how she was attended to in such a critical condition. Um Because of the absence of Dana's recent medical history, I'm at a loss for prognosis. I can't determine with certainty how long she's been in this state. You haven't told us why she's like this. We just all know, Mrs. Scully. There are no indications of acute injuries, traumatic or non-traumatic. I can't find any signs of degenerative or metabolic disorders. We have conducted every task possible. I'd like her examined for trace evidence. Because she's been bathed and cleaned since her events. Also, there is a situation which I don't know if you're aware of. The FBI has notified us of the terms of Dana's living will. What is it? What did she say? Well, Dana is a doctor. Her criteria for determining life support is quite specific. She states that if her Glasgow Outcome Scale lists her as a mother in this condition. | ▶️ |
| 87% | And like that just seems to be a bunch of pictures are dead. This is a lot here. Secret shame. Man, this is gonna want to load. Guys! Wow. Just fuck the DSI. Hot screen. It sucks. There's a crappy system. What else is here? Let's go to uh... There's a lot of crap in here. Gander bender chain. Oh, this is gonna be good. Wow. No stealing. Draw your own seeds or have a seconder. No stealing. No hating. And I can't go more. I can't do more. This isn't just cancer. Yeah. Fuck the DSI. The crappy system. No, you don't see. I'm going crunchy real quick. Wow. Why is there really heroes in this crappy techno duct that needs a good auto tune? And look, man. Real serious crap. Screw it. I'm just gonna try off the 3D. I mean DSI. This is just stupid. Tuna Memo's crap. It just is. Don't even bother with it. Unless you want a cringe because that's the only thing Tuna Memo is good for. That's all I have to say. Thanks for watching. And I'm done with this. This is just a nightmare of cringe. | ▶️ |
| 86% | Kickin' the bass, I like it deep, I work night-times, I don't sleep, strive To be the best I can, don't judge a person till you know, my man, two brothers Call the 4th floor when the Baron MC got rhymes and more I'm the blade, I ain't no toy, and that's because I set slip, boy, the work is done One of you in my pocket, heard the jam, and I rock it, shake that ass, go for cert Don't you stand there like a jerk who won't ask a lady, take a chance Now let me see you dance, I'm a freak, can't you tell, and I just can't help myself | ▶️ |
| 88% | I peel the skin off my face like exposed to sydney's delay. My travels can destroy you, but unfortunately I have no idea where I've been. In the prison of my mind, a bunch of devices, spoons and speakable horrors to my friends. Bloodstains on my hands did not be washed away. I'm not losing it at last, you have to find myself inside or out of the furnace. I'm on the ground, all running to war in the first direction. There's no reason I have to take a few risks of your poisonous clothes and quartz from your veins. There's nothing left here to work for you, you can't handle that situation. I'm posing you inside or out. And your mere madness matters, and all that is left is a boring fucking mess. | ▶️ |
| 92% | Back in the room it's much too real Impump's life that I must feel I can't look forward to reveal Look to the time when I live I've been through a tube that sticks in me Just like a whole time novelty Tied to machines that make me be Cut this life off from me Oh, my breakfast I wish for dear Please God, wake me | ▶️ |
| 82% | 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. | ▶️ |
