Fadin motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see right through
--Method Man
Fakes! Fakes! Fakes! Fakes!
Just in case you missed this...Yeah, I'm up late night..tomorrow I move.
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That copest with death himself to scape from it: And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
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