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I have a confession, Despanan:
I am a machine that generates random bits of awesome built by the government and embedded into Gothic.net for the sole purpose of damaging it's members self-esteem with my alpha male bravado to prevent them from rockin' the boat.
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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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