MACOMBER, I CAN'T
BELIEVE YOU ANY MORE
I always catch you blanketing : casting aspersion
on everything. JewWopNiggerPolKikeKraut. So
what am I supposed to do? Sit in my tall, green
car for 70 miles and be forced to listen to you?
No. Next light, you'e getting out. Oh? You want
to negotiate foe me to stay in the Interstate?
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It's never that easy, and every mass grave I pass
just reminds me of you. I sit here visualizing
what you'll look like in your coffin. Is that a
way to pass the day? How I want to spend my
time? Girl-talk on this cheesy pop-radio station
you put on is better than this. Tell you what -
you drive. I'll get out.
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