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| Let's see what goes on in Lin's head.. | |
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| Dear LJ.... Im finally going back to my hip hop roots! I have almost everything needed to be a rapper! I got a gun... some jail time... a dead body hidden away... | |
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| some bitches... some hos... some weed.... | |
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| Now all I need to do is to get MISC to wear a leash around his neck so that everyone can know that I own his ass... O.G. LIN in da house yo'! peace out... word to your mother. | |
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