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they kept calling me....damn bill collectors...
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| *why wont they leave me ALONE...what part of i'm fucking BROKE dont they understand.... | |
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thank god for caller ID, otherwise they'd had gotten to me sooner
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| they've been calling every fucking hour... | |
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| where's our money, biatch...you betta reckonize | |
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and finally...i had to surrender...or else they'd repossess my soul...
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| is this systris? you owe us a gazillon dollars, two internal organs and your firstborn...can you give us a payment tonight? | |
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