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What's difficult about it? Tug that bitch in the general direction of the things that need to die and squeeze her til she sings. As a bonus, you can mount it to your car with a pintle. Everybody wins.
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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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