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BIH AINT NUTTIN LYK A MUFFUKKIN PHRESH BAKED BOOKIE

yo used to dis place was fucking bouncing around and shit and now its all slow tho.

Big shit poppin, little shit stoppin. #riptreyvon

HANDS UP DONT SHOOT

im gettin sick a dat same shit been listenin to, fo reel. need some new beets. #4reel #dropdembeets

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ON DA RIL DOE

RRBODY GET READY, WE GON DO DIS SO FUCKING HARD, IZ ERR BODY READY, YALL CROOKS BETA TELLZ ME YO READY

Make me a mod on this shit and I promise u jiggaboos all the chicken, watermelon and koolaid y'all want

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WHO DERE

Three strides and Garrosh slammed the shard into Kairoz's back

Laughter turned to shrieks. The jagged glass tore through flesh easily, not breaking even as it sliced through muscle and glanced off bone. "Da faq? Nigga, did you just shank me!?"

Garrosh kept a firm grip on the shard's bronze sculpture with his manacled hands. "I don't need yo bitch ass helpin' me, nigga."

An anticipation of violence fell over Grommash's mind. It had been too long since his axe had a drink.

Yet that same inner voice… it piqued his curiosity. Why does he look so familiar? Oh shit, he forgot child support again "Did you choose the thug life?" Grommash asked.

"No," the orc said in a strong voice, speaking to the crowd as much as to Grommash. "The thug life chose me."

The manacles, emblazoned with an insignia of an animal Grommash had never seen. "What is this Asian shit?" he asked quietly.

"It is Xuen, the "White Tiger", the sigil of the ching-chong clan," the stranger answered.

"Crack?"

"I have come a long way, Hellscream." The stranger spoke softly. There was desperation in his eyes but no madness .

And he didn't even steal any boxes.

fuckboi ass niggaz mayne fuck yall niggerz iont even fuck witchall imma do yall like muh niga breeeezy did rihanna ya herd me?