Oh shit, listen to this motherfucker. This is real solidness. Are you kidding me or what? It's Wednesday, April 10th. Get up, you fuck. Watch that helmet. It's gonna be a beautiful fucking day to be alive. Hit it, Lee.

Oh shit, oh shit. Wednesday, the church of what's happening now. The co-host and the main man Lee Sayat. What's up, guys?

What's up, guys? Well, that's the fucking juicy. Blast it, Lee. This is the real fucking deal right here.

Are you fucking kidding me? There's one line about Lee and Lee. Let's get it out of the way. This is my first fucking song ever.

Kick that motherfucker. What do you mean this is your first song ever? When I heard this, when I came from Cuba, I don't know where he is. I heard this.

How was he the 5? Well, 5. Alright, what's 6? Easy. And I was on 205 West 88 Street. Okay. And I heard this kicker. I had love this. Oh shit.

I didn't even know what fucking all my heart was. But I knew I was going. You follow me? I knew I was fucking going.

You know why I told, when I came, I used to think that they were saying American man.

I made my mother buy the same one, put it the fucking Spanish bar, and every time I was

there, I got a handful of fucking quarters and keep playing America.

I wanted to be such a fucking American at that time, and that little kid in his lung came

out.

To me, that's as long as my national anthem.

I get you fucking nut.

I haven't heard this before, and it sounds like the rock.

If you were going to make a theme about American rock.

That's it.

American rock hanging out with red necks, fucking cowboys, long head motherfuckers smoking

dope.

Talking about how to overcome the fucking enemy in this goddamn country.

That's how you fucking listen to that shit.

You just sitting there going, let's start by fucking killing the fucking whatever, don't

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