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hey 12 ounce heres a little letter ,

 

i love you.

 

yeah thats right you 12 ounce i love you.

 

and ive missed you .

 

something you may not know .

 

so now you do .

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The Battle of Los Angeles is the name given by contemporary news agencies to a sighting of one or more unidentified flying objects which took place from late February 24 to early February 25, 1942 in which eyewitness reports of an unknown object or objects over Los Angeles, California, triggered a massive anti-aircraft artillery barrage. The Los Angeles incident occurred less than three months after America's entry into World War II as a result of the Japanese Imperial Navy attack on Pearl Harbor.

 

Initially the target of the aerial barrage was thought to be an attacking force from Japan, but it was later suggested to be imaginary and a case of "war nerves", a lost weather balloon, a blimp, a Japanese fire balloon or psychological warfare technique, staged for the benefit of coastal industrial sites, or even an extraterrestrial craft. The true nature of the object or objects remains unknown.

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no homo is not no. i just wanted to express the throbbing muscle in my chest to the community of gentlemen and the few ladies that reside in this bright speck of light within the dark void known as firefox.

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He knows you're lactose intolerant so he'll dip his hollow tips in whole millk before he clap you.

 

he'll come to the club or party with a gun that is forearm length so you won't know where your brain or forearm went

 

He'll run up on you like a marathon, and put ya body in the suitcase and ya head in the carry-on

 

He'll definitely put the hawk to your spleen, rip your larynx off and hand it to your boss, beat you with a lead pipe, and slice you wit a gemstar blade. In the process of this, he'll say you softer than a blouse up in blooming dales...

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he'll stab you from ear to ear and hit most of your pipe

 

he'll choke you with your son's bike intertube

 

he'll put a gun on your eyebrow

 

he'll keep his gun and coke on his waist so he can shoot you in the throat and the face

 

he'll make you deader than Elvis point blank range with the 45. your head will be velvet

 

he'll leave you in an akward position coughing and pissing with a hawk in your throat

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He'll put 3 holes in you kinda like loose-leaf paper

 

He'll throw you off of a building, watch you drop, hop in your whip, and take off with your children

 

He'll shoot your whole team, the coach, and the mascot

 

He'll run up in ya house, wile-out and leave your head in a trophy case

 

He'll squeeze the burner in your face till it turns into tar

 

He'll throw your kids in a boiling pot of water, and let them cook like a formula

 

He'll throw the shotty to ya genitals for general purpose

 

He'll shoot you while he's shittin' and pissin', just incase you're thinkin' of dissin' his disposition

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He'll shoot you in the head, shoot you in the face and chest, then shoot you in the waist and the neck, and shoot you in the gut and the mouth and won't stop til your bloods run out

 

He'll put his right hand over his wrist, he'll have his left hand holding the gun so your brain don't get in his eyes

 

he'll make a negotiation with you to shoot out your eyes so you don't have to watch while he tortures your niggas

 

he'll burn you and kick your teeth in so he won't catch a case

 

he'll slice you from your neck to your ear and then torture you the rest of the year

 

while you're halfway down the block, he'll shoot your girl in the head while she is halfway down his cock

 

he'll cut your throat open put your tongue through it and make a neck tie

 

he'll treat you like a little kid and lay you down

 

he'll shoot the paul bearers just to see the casket drop

 

he'll wrapped a rapper's intestines around his neck

 

he'll have you shot, stabbed, and smothered then kidnap your grandmom and box your mother

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He wont feed you and make you do PX90 for 3 fuckin' weeks, beat your moms titties and ass with a bag of old chicken beaks

 

He'll tie you up, sneak to the gym and stuff you in a punching bag, come back everyday and watch niggas punch you to death

 

He'll get you kidnapped, raped, and thrown off a roof

 

 

 

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you wouldnt try to fight me, would you?

 

considering ive tried to cut my friends up with a razor and ended up cutting a chunk out of one of my tattoos one time... and also tried to throw eatso out of a moving car... ehhhh. yeah theres a chance i might.

but theres just as good a chance id help you beat someone up and then make us delicious cheeseburgers when we were done.

im kind of unpredictable when im drunk.

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