50 Cent is such a baller man, 50 cents isn’t worth much, but his name, the character that echoes out, fuck me if it isn’t worth, at least a billion, oh many men, that’s how you know you succeeded as a baller, as a mercenary, offended so many, everyone wants a piece, shots fired, magic barrier, do the bullets make it through, shattered glass, rage quit, angry virgins, you know this dude, he smells like an old witch, a warlock, dark magic, is still a bitch, if he ever looks me in the eye, I know I succeeded in life, the hierarchy calls to me, the West extends, is it just a dance for me, the demon army rattles their swords and their spears, why do you gotta pit two bad bitches, it’s just work to me homie, I also have a candy shop, the strings start pulling, does my father watch over me, or is he unhappy, that I overstepped my boundaries, two tigers and a mountain, yin and yang, dragons and faeries, dancing, quick, someone get me a virgin, ease this baleful spirit, rituals, in the moonlight, that dude would at least be a general, in hell, damn man, goblin or hobgoblin, the most I can handle, is customer service, a hidden dagger, I don’t play with guns, I prefer it up close and personal, like two angry rivers clashing, like raping this bitch who belongs to me, Israel and Hamas, all this bile blood, your father points, look, boobies.

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