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Wyrom, PM
<It's been 84 long years...>
...in the state pen
Until they finally forgot why they put me in
They had to let me go they can't hold me on nothing
On the way out they're like, "Yo, ain't you like 100 and something?"
Yea, yea, yea... I know it's 87 years in the song.... but it was just too close not to run with it.
Starchitin, the OG
A severed gnomish hand crawls in on its fingertips and makes a rude gesture before quickly decaying and rotting into dust. A gust of wind quickly scatters the dust.
...in the state pen
Until they finally forgot why they put me in
They had to let me go they can't hold me on nothing
On the way out they're like, "Yo, ain't you like 100 and something?"
Yea, yea, yea... I know it's 87 years in the song.... but it was just too close not to run with it.
Starchitin, the OG
A severed gnomish hand crawls in on its fingertips and makes a rude gesture before quickly decaying and rotting into dust. A gust of wind quickly scatters the dust.
