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nashville's lesser known cousin (it's volatile, you've been warned)
L E A F
LORDY, WHAT IN THE HAYULL IS RAWNG WITH MAH KAWPEE- it's NAWT BRO-GGEN?! chris' in'uh 'and bass'kit, ah'ma juss go to fuggen bed...
don't fire first... but if they mean to make war, bring it to 'em
THE OCTERTHINGS ARE WAITING OUTSIDE, HAPPY
when they couldn't pry me off'a him even while I was beatin' the flyin' horsecrap outta him, they tried tear gassin' me but I was too busy beatin' the frigg outta him to notice, and then they had the buildin' lifted by a heli and purty soon we was all in the hospital fer all our bones bein' broken