DJ Holy Body's Blog - Chapter 148 (A Science Fiction Novel)

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"Yeah Cofefe's back
Yeah Cofefe's back
Got these crazy white boys yellin' Cofefe's back
I call my weed Curve On Ya
Smells like teen spirit
And my pack's so fuckin' loud you can't hear it"

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