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I'm Wheeler Hayden the real-state agent and I can find you anyplace with anything except for a Field or basement..
Really nice dealer laid pavement or orange tile floors with a ceiling adjacent.
I’ll sell you a house with a family still living in it then tell you “I had a feeling it was vacant..
I’ll lower the fee’s and the payments.. and throw in a candle.. see? sea-breeze for the fragrance!..”
“what?? I wont wait for the cops!! I found you guys a place with a lock, I’ll throw in some cases of schnapps..”
“over there there’s some plates in a box, take em an walk, wait!

..I really like the place that you bought”
I’m paid! and I’m not.. I shake when I spot the change that you drop then take it and flaunt.
I say what I want!
..and stay with my aunt, and I play with her dogs while I hate on my pops.






“Oh yyyeeah.. and.. and..
Would you bone me on gold fabric?
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sorry honey can’t hear you,
talk over the phone static..
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I'm so glad it’s..
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sorry sir I’ve gotta scoot..
Someone’s on the other line, I’ve gotta job to do”

Hi! I’m Stella Harper the tele-marketer.
You’ve prolly seen me in ‘Stella Helps the Gardener’.
.. or ‘Carpenter’
Or when I nailed the part for
‘Mailman Cam’
or ‘Railing Stan the Clam Harvester’..
I’ll sell you shit over the phone you don’t need.
And if I don’t succeed I’ll swear 'til my throat bleeds.
I’m down to have phone sex if it’s slow an’ shit.
I’ll give it my tele-marketing best! I’ll moan a bit.
I’ll leave early to pick up Chinese take-out.
An’ I’m not stupid when I leave with my beef and say “ciao!”
I’ll prolly eat the meal in the car so..
I gotta meat Neil in the park for some weed if the bars close.






I’m Oscar Bellenger the software developer!
I rob my creditors and stalk my competitors
program my programs to bug electronics
So if you have a web cam your mug’s in my wallet!
I'm snug in the closet so I wont tell my family
I fucks with the knowledge of what the profit to my spam be.
I scam thee the way I put a eye in a pseudocode.
Run through your info
Sip rye in Judo robes.
Work my magic just to access your bank account.
Twirl my glasses as I’m laughing and drain it out.
Fuckers should have loved me in high-school,
so NOW what?
Tell me again who the mother fucking clown was.
Watch me fornicate to the porn that your money bought.
I AM the man in the storm who had your puppy shot.
And I WAS the guy on the side of the highway..
And I AM the man in the bar whom you’ll die with on Friday.









stay up.