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I Guess Now Music Is So Saturated And So Microwaved. It's, Like, 15 Minutes In The Microwave And Boom, You've Got Something. Nobody's Putting Passion Or Any Thought Behind It Anymore.

Married To The Game. If We're Dancing With The Devil At Least Teach Us How To Dance When The Son Of Making Dollars.

I Used To Hit The Kitchen Lights, Cockroaches Everywhere. Hit The Kitchen Lights, Now It's Marble Floors Everywhere.

John Mccain... Looks Like A Fraud To Me.

The Craziest Thing Is That The Song ["my President"] Is Real But You Can Still Hear It In The Club.