| untitled 1 one acre of gold right down to the last bum in the nation of skid row. take a digging machine and go straight to the mouth and mine for millions. that's what i call getting rich quick jack, if you know what's the shit on the street. forget bank robbery. that's yesterday's news. i say connect a tow truck to an atm machine and pull it right out of the fucking wall, and don't forget to mow down the security guard in the process. or take a chainsaw to the arms of the old bags with loaded bags of change and bills. purse snatching is for amateurs. i�m talkin serious thievery and sadism. and it's not as bloody as one might suspect - if its done right, of course. wssht. one quick move. i'm tired of playing the lotto every week. i'm this close to marching down to sacramento, kicking down the door of the lottery headquarters, and busting some skulls until i get what's due. and it better be a lump sum. if i don't get my cool million in the next five minutes, all hell is gonna break loose. |
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