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| All you ever talk about now is "busting caps" in people. Where's the love? | |
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| I just feel really in touch with my Tacoman-ess recently. All I think about is stealing or shooting things. | |
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| You used to talk about peaceful, non-violent means of resolving social issues and listen to Crass! Now you use the term "bling-bling" at least twice a day! | |
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| I wrote a love song, too. It's called "I Just Wanna Wanna Bust a Cap for Your Love" | |
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| You make me sick! You're everything that's wrong with everything! | |
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| You're young, idealistic me. You know, from four months ago. Get your hippie ass out of here before it gets capped! | |
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