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Well, I left my iPod on my stuff one day while I went to smoke and I came back to a pack of sex deprived men with shamelessly visible boners standing over it. You could guess what they were looking at.
Ever since then, my spank bank hasn't received any more deposits.
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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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