So, have you ever wondered which of your co-workers could deep-throat the best? Have you ever been willing to sculpt a cock out of snow to prove that it was you?
This is not me, and I cannot deep-throat the best. I think I just wanted to illustrate where everybody's tax dollars are going every day.
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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