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Dolla make you holla. Dolla ought to make you go get them teeth checked ’cause they nasty. You got a blackness growin’ on your gums, and if that ain’t a cancer, it’s your body trying to tell you somethin’. Somethin’ like, “YOU NEED A CLINIC!” ...

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I’ve been through a lot of bullshit! And I still laugh. I wear my big plaid coat, my orthopedic shoes, and I laugh. I look at all these stupid, young pricks. They think they know pain. They think they know love. They think they know me. Bitch! You don’t know me! I ain’t your gr...