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[ChristO]

...remember the blue-rag mental patient wanted the battery from me back in ninety-six. I'd give him a sock and battery, the charge assault and battery. no outsider's in the mix of my own dunkin' hinds batter, see. no survivalist can pick up on shit I'm a' sideblind 'em wit'. I'm the newclear holycost. who's russia scared of? was it grigory rasputin all-along? :4.29.22 fr: so it's wacky yo how I'm a' heal my own self. the game's been played. so it's wackioo whom I'm a' kill my own self. the game's afraid? fillies not to be played with. I been backing that. fillies keeping up the strong front and no longer fronting on me? please believe it, when judgement days here. my bl8od's my c8usins my hits on bloods and cuz'. and mmers days here. mm u don't say. cold-casers chain smoke with gloves. a.c.d.c.'s the cold cases. who's left alive are no plaintiffs, how I was raised without any concern my end's been so dangerous, 'til shit caught up to me, ever since the '80s. shit's been fatal. blacked out and can't remember my mom shot a round to her naval back in seventy-two. my dad played for harold melvin's blue notes. kenny gamble jipped him out of his money, but hell is too cold compared to what I bring as He'll's embodiment. nobody gets a pass. sport, nobody has a passport or visa out this shit. :5.5.22 th: not even fillies swain or cyssero, fuck what them faggots claim if it's gonna' be some other cities' problems for baggage claim. I'm done playing with 'em. god, you was warned by me personally. I'm from know-where. you know where I'm from. south philly's purpose for me's been haphazardous since murdering me. el maricon was shook when traces of my own bloods showed up to al-mahdi con's to cook. I never befriended these scabs. fillies shoulda' just known better. I am not the snake in the grass. niggas should know I don't let up....