This shit is therapy. I ended up going to another L.A. club where
the douchebag quota is filled 10 times over, and the radio hits you
hear 40 times a day are played again. Immediately upon leaving,
I popped in this lifesaver. This barrage of beats and drum patterns
could induce a dorky dude from the chess club to rob banks, smack
bitches, and do drive-by's on mark ass busters.
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