Andre Nickatina

[fox69]

"All Star Chuck Taylors"
(feat. DJ Pause)

"All Star Chuck Taylors"
(feat. DJ Pause)



One thing I despise is a virgin's suicide
Shere Khan is something that the wind cries
The way I collect is like a bomb threat
Meanin if you don't have my dough
I'm a blow fa show
You better have heat when you hang with this villian
Meaning that it's cold when I'm chillin
Catch a fillin
Slipped in on a banana peelin
I seen them dead on the floor with the blood skeeted to the ceiling
I was like yo how that happen?
Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin
The one bullet, the right place at the right time
Can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line
My style don't pump no blood
It pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine
Man ectasy can twist yo spleen
Tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean
It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic
And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic
Man I curse so much it's blasphemy
But I do what the rap gods ask of me
Have heart, have hustle
Have heart if you don't have muscle bite the punk's ear in the tussle
No love, unpassionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick
Yet I spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy
On the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me
Pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee
My All Star Chuck Taylors, stay laced like the mayor
Street ball court player
Rapid fire rhyme sayer
You be like Nicky man no fair, real poppa
I disappeare like Jimmy Hopper
Reappear on Easter
Pants in the heavy start to increase her
T shirts with the vestes feature
Miesha check it it's the God of Khan
Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan
Catch a feelin, slipped in on a banana peelin'
You got a scheme homie what you dealin
Man the bathroom tinted
With the blunt wrapped dope in it
It's like Popeye with his spinach
Run around like you playing tennis
And you still ain't finished
International keep the party crackin like pistachios
The freaks got it poppin like a fashion show
Make a move with me birdy baby grab the dough like a linebacker
I got a gift like a blind jacker
Put a whole new six packer
I'm the south paw with the lock jaw
In the kitchen with the rock raw
You remind me of cocaine and doo-doo stains
Man it's the shitty dope dealer
Dirty worm catapilla
We collide like the sun and the moon
And I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling
Catch a fillin
My chuck taylors got me creepin
And rap dealin
Come through and leave you stunned
And in shock
And leave my heart on the block like the lost glock
In the bushes or woods man u did what you could
With the little you got are you cold or hot
Put it down with the plot, and got knocked
And went to jail naked in ya shoes and socks
Left it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks
And the freak turned the spot into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and all stars
Make my way to the bar and there you are
Catch a fillin

Hey sister give me some of those shoes

 

[fox69]

"Alligator Blood"

"Alligator Blood"


[Andre Nickatina]
Caught up in the rhyme like a dopefiend, freaky heater back the fuck up if you cut your broke dreams, i keep the 40 fo' shizzle nizzle pizzle wizzle kizzle yea with yellow skittles you might see me in the streets man with my mizzle, float like a condor, check me out when I soar run like a wild boar gods make the rains pour I'm in heels kitchen tiga you better listen money gon' be mad and freaks gon' keep on bitchin actin like a Georgetown press yea ask for Nickatina you gettin Nickatina man motha fuck the rest devils and runnin rebels take it to other levels talkin shit with a spliff behind the gas pedal
[Chorus]
Alligator blood fangs the way we hustle yo its somthing like a drug mayn buckle up and take a ride through this cats brain and youll see all the pain the strain the game no love mayn.
[Nickatina]
I'm from tha projects so you know I'm a project that money and weed be the susbject its like a rough neck man witha tough deck spittin game by the pound like whats next i can think of better things but in my brain its like a colluseam tiga full of mother fuckin raider games its like its critical situation so critical it makes me play the smokey rob in a miracle don't touch that we break out like we hells bats went from sellin like crack yea the raw raps, penaliz everything is on the finer line hear the noise see the light then its dramtize
[Chorus]
[Nickatina]
You best control your BOSS theme or you'll be bustin 44's in a lost dream sella tommy tucker up high like a Rahim lyrics still on the grill you feel you still you kill you nearly get the devils eye mothafucka yea don't stare there or picture yourself up in the wheelchair paralyzed cant move from the war wounds wild dogs get to barkin at the full moon trust me I'm a such a liar spittin for my desire rap and bang the same just like a church quire in harmony i keep it dope like a pharmacy pretty hoes that talk shit man don't bother me pardon me like a car sometimes startin me its like a tune up then move up then you shoot up with a hyeena laugh style awake like a white owl rasin more eyebrows just with the profile smash pumpkin get away its like i got away teachin de shore C K and MJ on a daily basis smellin like a red rose Chuck Taylors is the flavor for the street clothes.
[Chorus]
More bass, and it goes like this, more bass, and it goes like that, more bass. bass bass bass.

 

[fox69]

"Andre-N-Andre"
(feat. Mac Dre)

"Andre-N-Andre"
(feat. Mac Dre)



[Mac Dre:]
Backwoods got me congested ain't rested in two days
I'm gettin' paid, been on niggas head like toupées
I'm a thug, cuz, rob the blood out you gays
Cutthoat nigga, bitch, I scam 'em for days
On school days, I blew bays, got ripped and fucked up
In new J's on two-ways I scritched and scratched up
I beat that batch up when I found out she lyin'
Who she think I am, "Saving Private Ryan"?
[Andre Nickatina:]
I make ya town move just by walking on ya block
Take the keys to ya city but I still pick the lock
Buy a car and a Glock, put the cash in my socks
Put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock
To hell with the law, the freeway's mines
So is your freak, radios and Alpines
Coke with a little bit of cherry lemon lime
Ya think of me ya think of big money every time
Candy coat shine like the trigger of a nine
Orca was a whale but Pisces is the sign
[Mac Dre:]
I got split personalities, I'm bipolar
You might see me with my Italian stallion or my chola
Rap rock and rolla, I'm dope as yola
If you don't pimp her, I might like Dola
I'm riding in a big boat like Noah
With two women of each races, boy, I control her
A hoe, a hoe stable, I'm a mack and I'm ready
No dough, hoe? Debit—that's right I said it
[Andre Nickatina:]
I grip my dollar bills like my Caddy steering wheel
I'm not a chill pill freak, do what you will
Heart ticking like a time bomb eating spicy prawns
Man, it's the god of Khan, check it baby, right or wrong
Man, look but don't stare, it's the crime rhyme king
With braids like a juvenile Khan, nahmean?
Went Bruce Springsteen in my Anchor Blue jeans
Oh yeah, I'm in ya city, man, what's up with the weed?
Man, call all the Gs, and tell 'em all freeze
Andre Nickatina sayin' 'nigga, what you need?'
Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue Camaro
A sparrow dodge a arrow but not a double barrel
[Mac Dre:]
We in a 7 Series Beamer, it's me and Nickatina
Ready to sexual harass a bitch like Martin did Gina
Committin' felonies and hella misdemeanors
A dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener
Rap singer, a pimp done slapped Tina
I mack Nina from Black to Latina
Clean as Noxzema, quick to pop the nina
Got the money from the broad as soon as I seen her
Wilhelmina, Tina and Trina, got dick by the bay on the Berkeley Marina
Don't mean to point the finger but uh
She got pancake, syrup and butter
[Andre Nickatina:]
Man, the way I smoke weed it's like death of a genius
Reappear, roll up, rise like the phoenix
This is not a remix, Nino, Felix
Put it in a capsule, seal it, deal it
How you want it, Nicky baby? Four times five
A quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pie thighs
Excuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm caught up in the lust
I'd lie if you want but I'm a tiger you can trust
'Cause I'm on Fillmore in a white velour suit
In a blue Kangol, in my Wu-Tang boots
With a back like a cobra, cursed by the mail
My manicured nails touch a triple-beam scale
Baby is a athlete, body like a star
Ya talking real bad, freak, meet me by the car

 

[fox69]

"Awake Like An Owl"

"Awake Like An Owl"


"What time is it! "
This is one of those, A1-Yola raps
Stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind
[Verse 1:]
When you up all night
You see things you shouldn't have saw
Because the night gets raw
Drama is thicker than Skippy's peanut butter
Imagine the worried thoughts of a young man's mother
Feelin's empty, Love don't live here anymore
Awake like an owl at a quarter to four
Don't blink, a Caddy just ran a red light
Bumpin' thug life, man I blend with the night
They call me greedy
Plead my sins to get a girl a beaty
It's Andre Nickatina
I'm like a genie in a beanie
El Dorado 88 Cadillac, all black
Copy cats try to match
But they style ain't exactly the same
Somebody said, "Freeze, it's a raid! "
You know cops are comin' when a brotha smells
Glazed doughnuts, hold up
Patna fill it to the rim
Me and money go together like a feather in a brim
I'm a magician
Some say my [?] ain't the same but I ain't trippin'
A girl be yellin [?] but I don't listen
Crooked crow
Playas seem to like my style
Why's that killa whale...
[Chorus:]
I stay awake like an owl, Hoo!
I stay awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
I stay awake like an owl, Hoo!
I stay awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
[Verse 2:]
(What are you baby?)
I'm a Raider, camouflaged in silver and the black
Tryin' to blitz through the line for the quarter back sack
Of the money
I dress like it's cold, not sunny
But slyer than a persian fox tryin' to catch a bunny
In the snow
I'm try'na get paid like a ho
Or better yet the pimp that's rakin' in her dough
Like a baker
But check it, who's the king of the caine?
And what's that tiga's name with the Macintosh computer brain mind
Or should I say mine?
Sometimes I gotta lie to protect my crime
I'll call my lawyer!
Bail bonds keep me on the streets
Three in the mornin' I'm at the club with the freaks
But I got hawk eye
Meanin' that the joint is bein' watched
Drinkin' with the killas that be pushin' up the cost
For the drought season
[?] season
Different then they best
But those be the ones that don't have to rest
Like an owl...
[Chorus]
[Verse:]
I set a trap, I have to spin a web like a spider
Don't strike matches, hate child-proof lighters
Stay awake
Witness how I pick up the pace
First I see a girl's butt, then I look at her face
I can't explain
I'm eatin' garlic bread with the steak
[?] for the narcs
Brothas droppin' cream by the fiends when they part
I'm like a sentinel, known to be the principal original
Lookin' for the road that made it gold, they call it federal
I'm a general, but yet at times I blaze with my lieutenant
Popeye, [?], who got the spinach?
Cough, choke, feelin' no remorse for the roach
Choppin' up freaks as ya lounge with your folks
Playin' dice, you take a chance at the crap game
It's all about the money baby, it's the rap game
And I'm an owl...
[Chorus x2]
Uh... And I'm out
Uh, Shit
It's a planned emergency, (it's a planned emergency)
It's a planned emergency, (it's a planned emergency)
What, STOP!
Shit, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me...
"What time is it! "

 

[fox69]

"Ayo"

"Ayo"


OK... got some for me?

[San Quinn:]
Yeah, yeah, listen to the story I'm about to tell
Another tale about that yayo
Little girl once innocent and sweet
14 introduced to the street
Started from weed, big smoke outs
Before you could exhale, blunt in your mouth
Sham, Nay, blew you blew
Now you need something else to do
A new high to try, a new place to go
Introduced to the yay to the yo
House full of girls, old and young
Playin it on the table takin one on ones
Use dollar bills just to snort the lines
You see the big girls do it so of course it's fine
Cocaine enforced on your mind
Now blow, then they blowin ya time
Let's go

[Chorus: x2]
Ayo for yayo
Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal
I must have been craze yo

[San Quinn:]
Chompin and compin kicks
Supplyin people with they fix
Where you fit?
Fillmore Street is where you sit
Don't go in the house till you move a zip
Worked a day and night shift
To stay awake, a nigga might sniff
Not too much cause you might slip
Instead of 28, you cookin 26
Keep a gat in the pack in the sock
Take a couple of tubes, then it's back to the block
Back to the service out the sack
Experimentin with that salt, what about that crack, huh?
One try, another try without a doubt
Papered out, always at the Powder house
Day time, night time, nigga powdered out
Coulda been a papered up power house

[Chorus x2]

[San Quinn:]
Like you and I, super high, like superfly
One more line, one more rhyme like Peruvian Fine
I can keep you down, and get you high
You like to blow? like Boston George
You want some more, for you and your whores?
I kick off wars, and get behind walls
And corporate doors, executive nose sore
Rich man, high, eight balls and quarters
They call me, placin they orders
Bring me across the border, buyin the case
Before I'm sold, they take the case
Snortin habit, not with affordin
Some use me, strictly out of boredom
I hooked people before man, I warned them
I took many people out before them
Doin my job, connected with the mob
Got President Bush, Whitney, and Bob
Many others all walks of life have one on ones with me every night

[Chorus x4]

That's some good coke

 

[fox69]

"Ayo For Yayo"
(feat. San Quinn)

"Ayo For Yayo"
(feat. San Quinn)



OK.. got some for me?
[San Quinn]
Yeah, yeah, listen to the story I'm about to tell
Another tale about that yayo
Little girl once innocent and sweet
14 introduced to the street
Started from weed, big smoke outs
before you could exhale, blunt in your mouth
Sham, Nay, blew you blew
now you need something else to do
A new high to try, a new place to go
introduced to the yay to the yo
House full of girls, old and young
playin it on the table takin one on ones
Use dollar bills just to snort the lines
you see the big girls do it so of course it's fine
Cocaine enforced on your mind
Now blow, then they blowin ya time
Let's go
[Chorus: Andre Nickatina]
Ayo for yayo
Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal
I must have been craze yo
[x2]
[San Quinn]
Chompin and compin kicks
Supplyin people with they fix
Where you fit?
Fillmore Street is where you sit
Don't go in the house till you move a zip
Worked a day and night shift
To stay awake, a nigga might sniff
not too much cuz you might slip
Instead of 28, you cookin 26
Keep a gat in the pack in the sock
take a couple of tubes, then its back to the block
Back to the service out the sack
experimentin with that salt, what about that crack, huh?
One try, another try without a doubt
papered out, always at the Powder house
Day time, night time, nigga part it out
couldn't been papered a power house
[Chorus x2]
[San Quinn]
Like you and I, super high, like superfly
one more line, one more rhyme like Peruvian Fine
I can keep you down, and get you high
You like to blow? like Boston George
you want some more, for you and your whores?
I kick off wars, and get behind walls
and corporate doors, executive nose sore
Rich man, high, eight balls and quarters
they call me, placin they orders
Bring me across the border, buyin the case
before I'm sold, they take the case
Snortin habit, not with affordin
some use me, strictly out of boredom
I hooked people before man, I warned them
I took many people out before them
Doin my job, connected wit the mob
got President Bush, Whitney, and Bob
Many others all walks of life have one on ones with me every night
[Chorus x4]
That's some good coke

 

[fox69]

"Baddest Bitch On The Planet"

"Baddest Bitch On The Planet"


Could you be the baddest bitch up in the world?
Money ain't a thing whip cream with a swirl
Baby you could ball or bounce
Lip gloss, floss up your mouth
Can I get the keys to your house?
Your skin color keep 'em in a daze
It's somethin like a maze
All bad bitches get paid
Baby you can put me in your grand design
By lookin in my eyes for the dollar signs
Because your face so bright like Las Vegas nights
Fill 'moe down rap cat in yo life
Man other bitches hate all the time
Bitches tell lies
Feet hurt cause they wear the wrong shoe size
But yours is a body like a cruise
How could you lose?
Go and get the money from the foo's
Man everything back there is jelly
Made for those five star tellys
Cats can't wait to spend bread
Bitch go ahead
Do it like Simon Says
If it don't hurt it ain't done
Arch your back out
I'll pull a stack out that'll blow your back out
I like when your hair run wild in the wind
You and your girlfriend act like twins
But could you be the baddest bitches on the planet?
You got it goin on to where you man can't stand it
Well I'm not him
Leave that cat
Tell him you a ho and you like it like that
You think I don't like ya
You got it all wrong
I get goose bumps when I see that you call
You know that I'll ball like Barkley Charles
People like to stare when you walk through the halls
Put some steel in your heels
Chase the dollar bills and give it to a playa that's real
Because ya at least once a week she like to kiss another freak
Fine ass bitches sometimes don't speak
But bitch don't run from the ism
The ism ain't a track star leanin in a fat car
Bitches know I charge
I'm not a matador so you know I don't bull
Real bitches like to stay paid in full
Man, I don't do favors
This ain't no caper
Get my paper
Leather black calf high boots
Stuffed with loot
Attract those men in the business suits
You know I'm gonna lace you with game
Andre Nicky is the name
Dope bitch
Could you be the baddest bitch that exist?
Always top five in every cats list
It's never hit or miss you my bitch
Even Santa Claus gotta spend chips
It's a cold winter
I'm cold when I go get her
She wear t-shirt and panties that don't fit her
And I'm gonna get at least a rack you best believe that
I holla bout scratch like a real rap cat
I get it off top man like it or not
I let my perm blow in my homie's drop top
She latch like a garter belt make a trick heart melt
First rate, high rate
And he's heart felt
You's a bad bitch you know I gotta say this
You'd be somethin that I wanna run away with
But until then tell your boyfriend
It's quick cause I'm a bitch
I'm not your girlfriend

 

[fox69]

"Bakin' Soda In Minnesota"

"Bakin' Soda In Minnesota"


52 carat blue diamond
Rhymin', interior designin', grindin'
You can shake cheddar like me on the mic
Hit your point, hold your money when you're rollin' the dice, baby
Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn
Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga
Check it homie get good with me
If just I can find your hood again
Who is that in the car? yo couldn't be
All the way out here, yeah Nicki t
Russian, get the weed sparked
Get the party started
And watch yo back fo the shark
Nigga cold-hearted
We got bakin soda
All the way down in minnesota
We got bakin soda
Down in minnesota
I got a fetish for Adidas, boss
But I betcha don't know what my Fila's cost, do ya
On chew, like dem baby pit bulls
And ain't no way you can touch my....cool
The 12th floor at the Marriot
You know, me and my tigaz chill there a lot
Fetti
I sit alone when the mic's on
With Tyson every time that the fight's on, kill 'em
I remember rhymes used to ride with nets
Flight at the midnight high with jets
You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the sets
And I'm teflon down, t shirts and gats
Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore
Rhymes you can buy at the candy store
You know who I am, I'm like credit card scam
Hot like tofu, greens and yams
Extra-curricula, netting that riddicula
Hit the cloud like the bear or the fiddila
Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a good friend to ya
Now I got to get rid of ya
We got bakin soda
All the way down in minnesota
We got bakin soda
Down in minnesota
I told my mom somethin' that made her cry
Looked her in the eye and said rappers don't die
We not gonna have an' tour, but we gon get by
So most of us gonna be in hell high, kickin'
Now put the rhyme on a triple beam
Now rock it up, and chop it up
And try to grind into triple cream
Don't get caught with the same scheme
Meaning don't get caught with the same thing, King
It's like you got to be bald
Cuz hoes and niggaz wanna see you go far
I think they mad when I ticks them off
But I'm a hyena so I got to laugh and break some off
The hot wax that's real fatal
Sup'd up to perfection like a weapon on a turntable
They say Gretta's got a new baretta
And he'll be aiming his gat like a crooked letter, foreva
I hit the night like stormy weather
And if you brag about your freak, i'mma say mine's way better
I rotate like the hands of a clock
And find ways to make my rap beat all on your block
You better knock on the door tiga
And lay them all on the floor tiga
Cuz I think they want more tiga
I blow 'em out like a flat tire
And hit the weed for Richard Pryor
Then call 'em all straight liars
The corks in me like the tail of a fox
So get the grease hot, nigga
Or your tigaz'll be caugh

 

[fox69]

"Big Cars Big House"

"Big Cars Big House"


I like big cars and a big house a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out
I like big cars and a big house, a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out

You's a bad ass yellow bitch that like to talk like hella shit
Bitch whatcha money workin' with cause everything else is irrelevant
I put that on the rhyme, the line, the crime and everything I do in time
Mutha fucka get outta line
Everybody gonna shine if you work that ass you fine
You can make my money stack
Do it back-to-back
Tell your girlfriend it ain't an act
If she really wanna go in the back
It's like the Olympics man she can hit the track
On the prowl just like a cat lookin' for the scratch
I think that you get the catch
This ain't no (?) match
'Til the sun come up that bitch ought to bring it back

I like big cars and a big house a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out
I like big cars and a big house, a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out

You's a supa dupa brown bitch
You top heavy and round thick
I have to crank the bass in my Crown Vic
Then drop you off so you can strip
Man the money it rains, it pours
Open up the doors
You get V.I.P galore
When it comes to my pimpin' I'll tell you more
You eat all up like a candy store
Hershey bars and Kit Kats
So that's why I love when you bring it back
And you's an Almond Joy eatin' all the boys
Showin' other freaks, ya, how to work a toy
And, man, just like a chocolate cake when you start to bake
Man I think about the money you make
And the look up on your face
When you see me in the building and I come in and blast the place
Walked up like (?)
I walk around like the president and I don't leave no evidence
Cause at the end of this night bitch I'm a (?)
And she smiled like the Cheshire cat lookin like China statue
Man it was super stacked
Man she worked the tricks for super scratch
And she talked them outta super rack

I like big cars and a big house a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out
I like big cars and a big house, a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out

You's a money makin red bone that brang all your bread home
Five foot nine and dead on
Them heels put you in a six zone
Packin' all kinds of bakery
This is a bitch that's meant for me
Shake what your mama gave to me
Bitch 'member when you said you wouldn't pay me?
Now everything you got I got
Believe me bitch you make a lot
Ballin' getting me precious rocks
Every Parlor at the shop
Getcha hair done and I'm sprung
You get more money at the club
Perm it hard, and curl it up
Shake it down and shake it up

 

[fox69]

"Birds With No Wings"

"Birds With No Wings"


You sober up punk
I do it high
I'm ridin' the wave in the ...(?)
Baby you turnin' me on
And when you turnin' me off
I think you better take some lessons yeah, from Diana Ross
I'm shippin' birds with no wings
All over seas
And other people cop 'em at the hottest degrees
I keep money for bail
Because I never liked jail
And I study A-plus student at Yale
They say, "Andre Nickatina, ya emcee number seven"
Smokin' weed up in heaven
Born on 3/11
Tigas and gods
Liquor and bomb
I look to my pad like the holy kerhan
I'm shippin' birds with no wings
All over seas
I put em where they never heard raps like these
I rhyme like calico cats
And two loaded gats
Now what mothafucka think he fuckin' with that?
I be the special shishcabob on the grill with all steaks
Call me a Mack truck with no brakes
Or better yet a chef that love to bake cakes
And get into anybody in any other state
...(?) baby, take a look at what I done
We used to sex in ya basement now I'm number one
With no desire
I'm throwin' gasoline on the fire
I don't like your record store if you're not a buyer
Spin cycle
It's somethin' like a wash and dry
And I be speakin' to my P.O with a serious lie
You know the Matador
The replican, the guillotine
The money, the dope
Homie, the triple beam
Melody's soft but is heavy as weights
We got the snottiest freaks
With the sexiest face
You better poka-bang-bang
A chica-chica-chill
A tumble down the hill
Like Jack and Jill
We say spin around broke witch
Bust a ballerina
I pro blow when Mark with Marina
It's time
Tiga I was bred to grind
N' your zodiac sign
N' up in the minds
Man, the killa whale of hell
Yell, strikin' down bail
Wet you with the water
Smack you with my tail
Shit, I'm shippin' birds overseas
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The number one Pisces
Shit, it's me