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Chip pan fire(Funk,Junk mix)

 “Shit, the chip pans on fire!”
“Don’t worry about it mate!”
“We got no spuds anyway!”
Going back to what they were screaming????
Finding their dealers 24hr hotline number!
And just having the cred!
Lining up a pin for that chase! (Dragon jive)
hiding in their train spotting hoodie's.
               &
As the chip pan burned alone!
The needle took the woodchips last scream!
Well before the chip pan did!
Written by vartart
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