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Once upon a time there a little :pog: who spent his days happily browsing the Drake Sxn on KTT2, when suddenly

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Drake tapped his shoulder and called his name

And he s***ted himself and died. The End.

But then the magical wizard revived him from the grave

Give Orange Me Give Eat Orange Me Eat Orange
Give Me Eat Orange Give Me You

said the wizard, which just so happened to be the magical spell that made the little :pog: immortal after reviving him

Drake then signed :pog: onto OVO as his personal bodyguard, but :pog: insist on showing his freestyle prowess over Pound Cake

After a mid freestyle that was "good enough" according to Drake, :pog: gets promoted as Adidon's nanny

Adidon's nanny? sounds cool but

Joe Budden actually saved my life. I got carjacked in jersey, wasn't even my car, it was a rental so now I'm thinking about my credit and s*** instead of the fact that just happened to me, but who do I meet whilst bloodied in the face and out of sorts but Joseph Budden, yeah this was in the rory and mal days,

Basically, Joe pulled me up, took his white roc nation shirt and wiped the blood off of my face. I was so appalled he cared so little about material things because at this point I didn't have a high opinion of him.

But all I remember him saying is: "Come with us, we will right the indignity that has been done upon you, brethren." and then we all hopped in his car.

(It was some type of SUV I don't remember maybe a range, he has a driver now so this was some sort of unrelated thing)

We started driving fast, he sped through yellow lights like there was no way he was going to stop for a red light, and after a few minutes, we finally found the culprit.

It was KTT poster @DavidP . David P had stolen my rental car.

But what I was about to witness would've been inconceivable to me an hour earlier...

Joe Budden hopped out the car and yelled: "WELL WELL WELL IF IT ISNT DAVID P***, JERSEY'S MOST NOTORIOUS SUPERVILLAIN! LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN TAKE ON ALL FOUR OF US"

We then started freestyle rapping dissing david P with lines like "David tryna throw stones, but he's bout to be dethroned, go back to trillsxn, your parents didn't love you properly"

His eyes began to well up. He said "Sorry i stole your car" and returned it. We all laughed and went to waffle house.

But then I started to choke on my food. I looked up at david, He began to smirk.

He had put something into my food

I fell on the floor convulsing a

convulsing a album out of the bowels of my chicken and waffle insides.
It was Joe Budden, the self titled LP.
“I can’t believe this whole time I’ve been consuming mid…”
“Always has been.” David then shot me in the foot and skrrt’d off in his brand new HellCat blasting Whole Lotta Red by popular vampire artist PlayBoiCarti.

My body began to feel cold… as I bled out on the Waffle House floor, my life began to flash before my eyes…

as I bled out on the Waffle House floor, my life began to flash before my eyes…

It's no accident we're here at 1210 SW Central Ave. When you listen closely while watching that beautiful scene right there when he shows up for brunch—that is exactly what happens:

A long stretch for what seemed like days until finally he brought himself back home but left behind two massive bottles of tequila that could either be deadly or just sickly sweet tasting with their overpoweringly dark flavorings after some careful selection picking up where he had gone last night when there were no more booze signs... -This is crazy.. how much whiskey does one drink from these things? When do you decide??? You'll never know! The only way we're gonna get through it all is by giving it to these Waffle House customers!!

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