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[Copypasta]Banger from /r/conservativerap
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I hate people who have a different skin color from me (x32)
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I hate people who have a different skin color from me (x32)
Aye
Yuh
Uh
Skrrrt
Yuh
I hate people who have a different skin color from me (x32)
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I hate people who have a different skin color from me (x32)
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All the validation you get is two-faced and halfhearted. In emergency meetings people call you sus. The other players are disgusted and ashamed of you, your friends laugh at your sussy appearance in ghost chat.
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