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| 2:55 | 
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I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus Oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness Catch a ho and another ho Merry Christmas Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip I roach it roll the blunt at once to approach it Forward motion make you sway like the ocean The herb is more than just a powerful potion What's the commotion, yo I'm not joking around People learning about, what they're smoking My oven is on high, when I roast the quail Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale Exhale, now you felt the funk of the power now feel the effects... I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! yo hits from the bong yo hits from the bong yo hits from the bong yo hits from the from the bong from the bong yo hits from the bong yo hits from the from the bong from the bong yo hits from the from the bong from the bong |
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| 2. |
| 4:26 |
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Let's kick it ese
COMIN' OUT DA SLUMS!!! It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, kickin like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Chill, I'll bust that grill Grab my gat, and load up the steel And if you wanna get drastic I'll pull out my plastic glock, automatic Synthetic material, burial plots in order Headed down to the Mexican border Smokin' that smellie, Northern Cali Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley Ho, hum - hear the gat come, boooooommmmmm! Let me see what you'll do It's a sin to kill a man But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand *We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out like that!" I'm high strung, click I'm sprung Cause I don't live on the hum-drum Where I'm from, the gats'll be smokin' I'll be damned if you think I'm jokin' Know - that I'll come with the static Erratic, .45 automatic Screamin' at ya, the red lights beamin' at ya No need to run after The punk-ass hook, in the oven I'll cook Dig the grave for the one who got played Now he's under, don't make Stevie Wonder why Cause he'll testify *Repeat I got you thinkin' "What the fuck is this?" Lettin' you know I take care of business Can.. I.. get a witness? To verify when I depict this style That makes you ecstatic Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddha When I roll with my crew I betcha one time can't find my hootah In my vehicle with the belt unbuckled Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle Pulled to da curb, so we exchange a few words But he got me stirred up, enough to grab the handcuffs I'll huff-n-puff and blow ya head off! *Repeat Yeahhh! Takin your disses and dissin y'all right back Dissin the Cypress Hill crew, like we ain't shit You little taco stand rapper, eat a bowl of dick up Then you got my man (?), you can eat a bowl of dick up Anybody got beef around the way, yo EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP!! GEEEYEAH!! |
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| 3. |
| 3:30 |
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Who you tryin' to get crazy with ese? Don't you know I'm loco?
To the one on the flam Boy your temper just toss that ham In the fryin' pan Like spam Feel done when I come in slam Damn I feel like the son of sam Don't make me wreck shit hectic Next to the chair got me goin' like General Electric EEEN! The lights are blinking I'm thinking It's all over when I go out drinking Oh, makin' my mind slow, That's why I don't fuck wit da big four-o Bro', I got ta maintain `Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Plenty insane Got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Do my shit undercover Now it's time for the blubba Blabba To watch that belly get fatter Fat boy on a diet Don't try it I'll jack your ass like a looter in a riot My shit's fat like a sumo slammin' that ass Leavin' your face in the grass You know I don't take a dulo Lightly Punks just jealous `cause they can't outwrite me So kick that style: wicked, wild Happy face nigga never seen me smile Rip that mainframe I'll explain A nigga like me is goin' insane Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Going insane Got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the brain In the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain In the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain In the brain Insane It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain Like Louie Armstrong Played the trumpet I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon I got to get my props Cops Come and try to snatch my crops These pigs wanna blow my house down Head underground To the next town They get mad When they come to raid my pad And I'm out in the nine deuce Cad' Yes I'm the pirate pilot Of this ship if I get Wit' the ultraviolet dream Hide from the red light beam Now do you believe in the unseen Look, but don't make your eyes strain A nigga like me is goin' insane Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Plenty insane Got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco "...I think I'm going crazy..." |
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| 4. |
| 3:13 |
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Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
rollin around nine deuce cadillac still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow a hollow point shell's hard ta swallow why wallow when ya come ta roll on i put tha clip an dust bring ya ass on,kickin dust on ya head as tha gatt busts my grip surronded im about ta get rushed i brushed wit death how many shells stuffed in my closet??? when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready) i told tha boyz get tha sawed off glock and tha rest of tha gats as i strapped on tha bullet-proof vest BOOM i think i got one to tha chest hot damn I didn't want to kill a man shit i still stand tall with tha hill clan ya'll better stand back niggaz bout ta fall I'm comin out blastin like yosemite sam get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready) |
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| 5. |
| 3:23 |
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"Oh yeah it is!"
"Colour is not important." Lick a shot! "Oh!" Comin' at ya "Fire!" Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay Prude! You can't hang Flash back on the skills when I used to bang On the corner I'll warn ya Gonna roll on ya Fool Hit ya with a golden rule Don't turn your back on the street When I hit that corner, feel the concrete If ya push that by like nothin' Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden Blastin' at these fools with a passion Look at the Glock when it's time for some action Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Sunday morning Wake up it's stormin' Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin' Cats an' dogs Pigs in a wagon Lookin' for the Afro - one that's saggin' Scooby-Doo An' fucked down too Ploy me Don't let your punk ass try me Gonna take more Then you better call your backup team And wait for the crew I'm the one flippin' Keepin' the clip On my hip an' Just watch your back if you're slippin' Oooo Where did that .22 Come from When the bullet past through my lung I've lost my breath I'm winded I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended I hear thunder I wonder If a nigga like me's goin' under Take a number! Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Had a bad dream Woke up in a casket Now I can't even get back at the bastard Bull-shit! This pine box Ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Marx Critical bell rings Snapped out the dream What the fuck's up with the funny red beam Pointin' at me I got no strap G What now: gotta duck, they're gonna gatt me Bam, I feel numb Where did the shotgun blast come from Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm |
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| 6. |
| 3:49 |
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On a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon Jones house, cough without the bones I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones Split the seed and grow you like clones Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones But I get stoned with a little help from my friends With the (gubla), then I passed it round back to me again I can make you famous like Amos Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his anus Hear me growl: Grrra! Howl! I got the night vision just like the wise old owl I'm comin' ta fetch ya Yeah home direct ya Bury them bones Under my home and Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Take my weapon, step into a whole new realm And step back, as I take up the helm On the pirate ship I'm steerin' Droppin' the geran Just realize what you're hearin' The cannon sounded That's my companion: surrounded As my crew comes bounding As the captain Afro-america Whole lotta gattin' With the loc'ed out latin Busted! You're a red beard with a musket Better talk quick 'cause ya might get dusted Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it Yes I know that you can't withstand it Watch that ass cause punk I'll brand it With a steel-toe, how you feel now When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow The Hill got the skill for the static like brillo Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout punk Gimme room as I light up the boom Cock the hammer, wave the white banner Ever heard a Glock go `click' like a camera? Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! |
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| 7. |
| 3:30 |
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One little two little three little putos
Tried to jack me they got the boot-o Taking no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the niggas showed me no love Step back punk 'cause I'm a Latino What I bring you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't understand Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand No scope And there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin' Here it comes hissin' Here it comes hummin' at ya Now the slug is comin' at ya One little two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run Cuando entro, loonie es el fuerte Speakin' to the gente 'Cause I'm insane in the mente Movin' em back, click-click goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run It's no fun When I got to break you off some Of the psycobeta beatdown, boy you get done Serio Here we go Off for the muchacho Come if you really want some of the chingazo Me caso you don't hear this little lazo Cypress Hill, breaking you off a pedazo Humming at ya Don't make me come gatt ya Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya One little two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run When I come in, kickin' with a vengeance Swift of the engines Coming like the three little indians Stompin' around on the ground on the plains 'Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane In the brain So I gotta maintain My direction What I mighta gained Without my protection Not a damn thing So when I come just bring That new style, break ya off like a chicken wing Buckooock!! So you can just suck my cock Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk When I'm peepin' Checkin' out the punk-ass creepin' I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! Nigga don't make me catch ya Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya One little two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run |
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| 8. |
| 0:47 | 
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| 9. |
| 2:41 |
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Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong and take hits from the boooong Put the blunt down just for a second Don't get me wrong it's not a new method Inhale, Exhale - just got a ounce in the mail I like a blunt or a big fat coal But my double barrel bong is gettin me stoned I'm skill it, There's water inside don't spill it It smells like shit on the carpet Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit Of the skunky funky smelly green shit Sing my song, puff all night long As I take Hits from the bong... Hits From The Bong y'all Can I get a hit? Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit? Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit? Hits From The Bong Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong And then take that finger off of that hole Plug it, unplug it, don't straaaain I love you Mary Jane She never complains, when I hit Mary With that flame, I light up the cherry She's so good to me, when I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen Don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling water Is Makin' it pure so I got ta', take my hit and hold it Just like Chong, I hit the bowl and I reload it Get my four-footer and bring it on... As I take Hits from the bong Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit? Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit? Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit? Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit? Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit? Straighten your dick out... Can I get a hit? ... |
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| 10. |
| 3:43 |
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Come on come on
(time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on (time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on Drunk ass fool just a punk ass gonna cause trouble yeah let me burst that bubble in a hurry I ani't happy so worry what's a judge and a punk ass jury homeboy Should I'm done to go home but ya got caught up inside the cyclone If I go home I'll get slopped and stoned When I disconnnect that fuckin neck bone WATA! Then ya get the kick to jaw kid And I rip out ya eyelids So you can see The head nigger at it killa Commin when I break on the static What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around (go around) What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around (go around) What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around (go around) What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around Shit I get real shit yo shit can ya feel it Carbon copy come steal it The gatt I conceal it Under my jacket Oh where oh where Do ya think I pack it Under my belt when the cards get dealt to all the players And though the punk ass fakers just come And ya get the high pitched humm Make ya understand where I'm from The eastside brown kid looks around Put's down tump it must fall down It's on when ya wanna take my pound punk what go around come around What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around (go around) What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around (go around) What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around (go around) What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around (time, time for some action) check me and I'll check you back (time, time for some action) check me and I'll check you back When they come with the staic cling it's not thing Make ya sing the blues like B.B. King I got the roughneck scales To give awhile Like a voodoo child Nuthin but style Take it But you can see the black glock clickin Point my gatt at the punk ass victims Step up Or you can step back though the doors You can bring it on if ya wanna come get yours But ya betta look ova ya shoulda Cuz a loss of blood gets the body much colder What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around (go around) What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around (go around) What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around (go around) What go around come around, kid (go around) What go around come around (time, time for some action) check me and I'll check you back (time, time for some action) check me and I'll check you back (time, time for some action) check me and I'll check you back check me and I'll check you back |
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| 11. |
| 3:28 |
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A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (to the what?) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K One, life had begun for the ruffneck kid who was gonna put niggaz in check EIGHTEEN, G, for the green OBSCENE, and it's for the time being I'm pickin nine, hell I'm out to get mine and pick two homies, three com-bine Next thing you know, jump in the six-fo' Get out, cock the hammer, then kick down the do' A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K Couple niggaz from the Eastside, headed EastBOUND Lookin for a pound, to haul around town Here comes a clown, I gotta hold my ground Hear the slug comin, when it come you fall down BUCKDOWN, dead sound, that's what you found That's what you get when you fuck the BROWN DOG, Sen is comin, to the mound La Vida from Cypress, rips your compound Shit gets deep, eight niggaz on the ground What do you know? What - go ah-round come around! Six for the pig, and his punk hound Hail to the king pig, or you get CROWNED Or better yet, I'll roll you up like a fat J A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on.. (It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!) It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on.. (It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!) It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on.. (It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!) Gimme that WEED fool and all your loot too I got a nigga in the back and the blunt for your crew Loaded and cocked for any hardrock If you're takin my weed, I'm takin over your spot Keep your face down as I take your pound Don't let me see nobody get up, just hug the ground (STAY STILL) And don't make a sound as I get out the door, headed Eastbound But, why did the fool try to act brave? (act brave) Clip from the nine equals six to the grave A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K |
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| 12. |
| 3:33 |
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cypress hill
cypress hill cypress hill Crusing through the neighborhood Some say I'm no good Claimin I'm a criminal But lets make it understood Just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (whole lot) Ya get the click of the glock When I pull of the chrome toy Check me and I'll check you back (check you back) Then jump back to my big Buddah like I'm not a bad guy But don't take advantage I'm throwin out the garbage just show me where the can is All I was doin was searchin for the boon Then some punk tried to hit me with a broom Lucky I ducked quick Or else I'd be assed up Last thing I wanted was have to pull the gatt out here comes a nigga And he's got a .38 Well my roundhouse said hey yo I'm shootin up straight Cuz I put away the shotgun borrow me a glock Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot tried to jack me but home got shot la-la-la-lalala-la! Understand where I'm commin from Self defense turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) Understand where I'm commin from Self defense turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) Couple niggas from the east side fuckin up ya program No one witnissed But they heard the gun blast It left the problem unsolved now I'm gonna sum up people gettin hurt in the process of the come up Gotta with the fools That'll wait for you to run up Rollin in the hood That's already shot up Pocket full of gatts And see if we can spot the Homey that's slick In the process of the dip When we find this out Gonna unload the clip! And take a little trip down to Rio My neighboorhood's hot and so I gots to go chill Cuz I put away the shotgun borrow me a glock Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot tried to jack me but home got shot la-la-la-lalala-la! Understand where I'm commin from Self defense turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) Understand where I'm commin from Self defense turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit Think I'll load a clip Lets see if you can deal with Cuz the bulletproof vest ain't shit When the infrared's pointin at your head kid And that's just to bad yo Now I'm headed up a river in a boat with no paddle Shoulda put the glock down (glock down) Now they got me in lock down livin' like a nigga whose done lost his mind Cuz self defense turns to the offense But nobody even really knows that (knows that) All they see is me and the gatt Up in the court room Lookin at the jury Starin down the punk ass district attourney la-la-la-la-lala-la! Verdict's in You're not guilty as charged When I put away my shotgun borrow me a glock Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot tried to jack me but home got shot la-la-la-lalala-la! Understand where I'm commin from Self defense turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) Understand where I'm commin from Self defense turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) (cypress hill...) |
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| 13. |
| 2:45 |
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This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there
Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Commin atcha in 93'! Through the car swings The fireing pins go click when I duck behind the trash bin Ran out of ammo no doubt my gatt is dry like a fuckin drought got to make my way home hit the gate and get my chrome god damn this song they got me cornered lemme just warn ya I'll pull this trigga make your family mourn'ya Boo-hoo! where ya gonna run to when I pull out the scooby do run let me break ya off some hit the floor cuz it aint no fun but here they come they must wanna get done No frontin' punk I'll break ya off somethin! 1 2 3 that coppa goes down! (break'em off some) what the fuck I'm rollin in a mack truck that's stolin guess what I'm holdin ammmo to bust my load still I'm easin on down The yellow brick road Whatta ya know? A pig in a plain brown wrapper He wanna bring me down I'll hit that corna Lemme just warn ya I'll bring ya ass down make ya family mourn ya 21 gun saloot trying to take my loot don't make me shoot I'll hit my blunt and pass you a load And punk let me break ya of something (break em' off some) I got to roll with the self control In the green tank when the shit unfolds hold up I got it sewn up me and my niggas Are about to blow up Got the pigs on my tail What they get is the hollow point shell Caught in the sail Servin my sentence Got my apprentice In the hood But the nigga is senseless Out on parol Now the nigga has turned to my fold Now the punk gotta go That punk got shady Woudn't repay me Let the punk know that ya still can't fade me Maybe the fucker would stop But nuthin would stop me from havin to break'em off something On to the next spot kid (break'em off some) We ain't havin it yall Ya know what I'm talkin bout I'm about to break your ass of some'n! Commin from a whamm-o (break'em off some...) |
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