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In west Philadelphia, born and raised. On the playground, is where i spent most of my days. Chillin' out back and relaxin' all good i was shootin' some b-ball outside i was cool. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said “ you're movin' with auntie and uncle in Bellaire.” I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said “FRESH” with the dice on the mirror. If anything i could say that this cab was where? I thought ‘nah forget it', yo holmes to Bellaire. I... pulled... up to a house about 7 or 8 and i yelled to the cabbie “ yo holmes, smell ya later.” I looked at my kingdom i was finally there, to sit on my thone as the Prince of Bellaire. â—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Ž â—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Ž â—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Ž â—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—ŽDing! fries are done, Ding! fries are done, Ding! fries are done. Would you like an apple pie with that? Would you like an apple pie with that? Ding! fries are done!â—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ —Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ —Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ —Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Ži'm not a hottie but i'm not some hideous fucking chud either. however, i am dead sexxxy.â—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ— Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ— Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ— Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Ži'm in the guiness book of world fucking records under the radest dude fucking alive, man.â—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ— Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ— Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ— Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Ža pinch of your brother, a teaspoon of you, the head of your sister would make a good stew. i'd give you a taste, but your tongue's in the stew, irony. that's what Halloween means to me. - stephen lynch â—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Ž â—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Ž â—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Ž â—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—Žâ—ŽTen fingers counting, we have each. Nine planets around the sun, repeat. 8-ball that lost a few triumphant beats. Seven oceans pummel the shores of the seas. It's a typical situation in these typical times, too many choices. A-ya. It's a typical situation in these typical times, too many choices. Well everybodies happy, everybodies free. We'll keep the big door open, everyone will come around. Why are you different? Why are you that way? If you don't get in line we'll lock you away. It all comes down to nothing. Six senses feelin' five around the sense of self. Four seasons turn on and turn off. I can see three corners from this corner. Two's the perfect number but one is not enough. Well everybodies happy, everybodies free. We'll keep the big door open, everone will come around. Why are you different? Why are you that way? If you don't get in line we'll lock you away. It all comes down to nothing. It's a typical situation in these typical times.