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the fuck alone forever after this\n[00:28.08] Okay, I promise, damn it, just do what I said\n[00:30.70] This is once again a public service\n[00:32.90] Announcement brought to you in part by D12\n[00:34.96] That's right, that's right\n[00:36.44] I know it's been a long time because I've been\n[00:38.36] Seeing strange looking phones for the past two days\n[00:41.72] My son is a full fucking adult with kids\n[00:44.75] He was ten years old last I remember\n[00:47.25] Yeah, he old as hell now\n[00:48.18] Anyway, just enjoy the fucking album\n[00:50.77] Anything else you want me to say?\n[00:52.16] Nah, you good PSA Man\n[00:53.57] Okay, you gonna leave me alone for good now?\n[00:55.56] Yes, yes, I promise\n[00:56.62] Thank you\n[00:57.01] Son of a bitch\n[00:59.75] Nurse\n[00:59.94] Ha, I ain't shit\n[01:01.28] You should've stayed in your coma\n[01:03.15] You should've stayed asleep\n[01:04.69] Move, move, get out of my way\n[01:05.83] Out of the way, move\n[01:07.58] Move 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