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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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Yeah, I’m 15, but I tell you one thing. If that Hello Kitty bitch ever tried to move in on my man, I’d slit that cartoon-cat cunt’s throat and jump-flip-chop all the way back to my dojo.