Now heres a little story ive got to tell. About three bad brothers, you know so well. It started way back in history. We had a little porche named molly larson just me and my porchee and a quart of ear riding across the land kicken up sand sherrifs posseys on my tail cause im in demand.One lonely beastee I be all by my self without nobody.Looking for a girl, I ran into a guy, his voice was hoarse his throat was dry, she asked me for a sip.she said can I get some? I said you can get none, she pulled out his shotgun she put the gun up to me and this is what I said. Now my name is D.M.E. I got a license to kill, I think you know what time it is, its time to get WILL.Now what do we have here? an owl and HER beer. I own this land you understand, I make myself clear.This dude was staring like he knows who we are, I took an empty seat next to him at the STAR I said yo you this kid I said I didnt but I know she did now this aint funny Im about to get money I aimed it at the sky and let two fly. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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