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Yo,Mr Putin (from da ganja-boys) Yo, Mr Putin, I'm sending you a present. It's just a bunch o'herbs, to smoke; they'll make yer less unpleasant. Smoke 'em in de evening, to really chill yo brain. They'll blow away the nasty thoughts, you have about Ukraine. I'm sure you're gonna like 'em, it's the Rasta, in yo blood; we may be cousins, way back. You should join us, in the 'hood! You can't deny it Vladimir, there's really no disputin'; your ancestors are same as mine -we've all heard of Ras-Putin. Briz 8/4/14
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
Yo, Mr Putin
Yo,Mr Putin (from da ganja-boys) Yo, Mr Putin, I'm sending you a present. It's just a bunch o'herbs, to smoke; they'll make yer less unpleasant. Smoke 'em in de evening, to really chill yo brain. They'll blow away the nasty thoughts, you have about Ukraine. I'm sure you're gonna like 'em, it's the Rasta, in yo blood; we may be cousins, way back. You should join us, in the 'hood! You can't deny it Vladimir, there's really no disputin'; your ancestors are same as mine -we've all heard of Ras-Putin. Briz 8/4/14
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
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