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Damn man.. some1 needs to make this again.
__________________ "I hope you brought the papers, you know I brought the trees, So roll another joint, and hand that bitch to me, We do this everyday, so com, get high with me, No matter what they tell us, this is reality.
"When I die show no pitty, Send my soul to juggalo city, Dig my grave six feet deep, Put two matches at my feet, Put two hatchets on my chest, And tell my homies I did my best"
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