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We met Santa now with his reindeer "partna in crime", Rudolph.
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| Yo, Pimp Daddy! What the dilly homes? | |
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| Ah man, I was trippin' that I couldn't find yo ass. So what up? | |
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| I be hearin' from Prancer that yo ass was at the strip club, getting it on with the honeys. | |
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| Man, who the punk ass be telling that shit to yo homies? | |
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| That wacked cat, Frosty, G. | |
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| Man, I'll find that punk ass sucka and pop a cap in his ass. | |
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