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Well I'm glad you asked. I'm your next monumental task. Call me Rufus because I'm about to make your empire crumble. From my earthquaking hook, it will make the crowds rumble. Float like a butterfly, hit like Tyson. I got the strength of the All American Bison. That left they say is “the kiss of death” please, you haven't seen a real American breed. A combo of the world's greatest. My team is the smartest and latest. What could you have to possibly show? I’ll hit you with the jab high and low. You’re skills of movement and power are **** **** I can’t wait to make you cry and quit
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
“I'm Conor McGregor. Who the **** are you?”
Well I'm glad you asked. I'm your next monumental task. Call me Rufus because I'm about to make your empire crumble. From my earthquaking hook, it will make the crowds rumble. Float like a butterfly, hit like Tyson. I got the strength of the All American Bison. That left they say is “the kiss of death” please, you haven't seen a real American breed. A combo of the world's greatest. My team is the smartest and latest. What could you have to possibly show? I’ll hit you with the jab high and low. You’re skills of movement and power are **** **** I can’t wait to make you cry and quit
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
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