While A speed freak grinding teeth
talked damn loud like a nail in my ear
bout how he smashed a coon with an
eight-ball in the end of a sock up side
the black cunt's head how it didn't do
shit but make the cunt drop hi c.d's
so he had to hit the boong up side
his wooly black head again and got
his c.d's but had to spend a bit of
time in the fucking yard for that....
I think,
What happens if I walk?
What happens if I just
walk without saying one
word?

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