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shit. that motherfucker don't know gawddamn shit about driving in LA. he needs to get his cracker ass off the motherfuckin' street.
I got that motherfuckin' reckid sittin' in my fuckin' closet and you cain't have it with yo bitch ass, fucked up hair and motherfuckin' Gilligan hat. and fuck Professor Skipper too.
fuck you up.
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