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Wow I'm Famous- News Story- 100 subs

This is the ever so important description. 1. What should I do for 100 subs? Comment below 2. boy howdy i'm famous 3. I got 5 subs in a day new record 4. look ma i'm famous 5. the machine goes public a week from today... It won't be even close to done, but it will be done enough that I can have the done paths running for people to watch while working on the other paths. 6. Now I have a part time job, this ball machine, marching band, 2 weeklong scout camps, 4H, and this channel to work on this summer 7. I didn't monetize this video because I pirated it ;) but I think it's probably fine since it's all about little ol' me 8. And if you were wondering, yes, I got more red rods. 9. You don't need money when you're famous They gives you whatever you want, gratis Such as A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces A permanent box at Sheepshead races Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle A personal puss on a wooden nickel Look at me I'm the king of New York Suddenly I'm respectable Starin' right at 'cha Lousy with stature Nobbin' with all the muckety-mucks I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe And there I be Ain't I pretty? It's my city I'm the king of New York A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it My very own bed and an indoor terlet A barber shop haircut that costs a quarter A regular beat for the star reporter Am-scray, punk, she's the king of New York Whod'a thunk, I'm the king of New York We was sunk, pale and pitiful Buncha wet noodles Pulitzer's poodles Almost about to drown in the drink When she fished us out And drowned us in ink So lets get drunk Yeah Not with liquor, fame works quicker When you're king of New York I gotta be either dead or dreamin' 'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin' Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it But I was the star for one whole minute Look at me I'm the king of New York Wait and see This is gonna make both the Delancey's Pee in their pant-sies Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun I'm one highfallutin' son of a gun I guarantee Though I crapped out, I ain't tapped out I'm the king of New Friends may flee Let'em ditch ya, snap one pit'cha Your the king of New History, front page story Guts and glory, I'm the king of New York