Look at you, skulking around my clip store, dreaming of the clips you'd buy if you we're a broke ass. Dreaming of hitting one of those big tribute buttons, but never being bold enough. You browse my wishlist, longing to make an impression by buying something expensive, but no, you can't. You feel sad when you read my tweets about other guys who drop big tributes on me. You wish you could be one of them, but you can't. Or you won't. It's not good enough. It's got to change or else you can't call yourself a cash slave anymore. You need to admit you're just another broke ass loser, or cough up th...
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Look at you, skulking around my clip store, dreaming of the clips you'd buy if you we're a broke ass. Dreaming of hitting one of those big tribute buttons, but never being bold enough. You browse my wishlist, longing to make an impression by buying something expensive, but no, you can't. You feel sad when you read my tweets about other guys who drop big tributes on me. You wish you could be one of them, but you can't. Or you won't. It's not good enough. It's got to change or else you can't call yourself a cash slave anymore. You need to admit you're just another broke ass loser, or cough up th...