************t, come on, ******. come o
 make a run for it. ****** make a... [freeze, mother******!

＃bye











＃bye



 naw ************, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!






 once you see the braids and skully. cuttin' that throat when i'm rippin' up somethin' lovely. what is it in you, deeper than dead? and we get fried. p.o.d.'





 i'm not sure what happened.