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Electric Duadoman

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  1. I feel trapped, despite my intense hatred of the Assurant (aka, the Ass Group), it seems I can't leave this wretched inferno. I got written up yesterday, my first written warning in Assurant history, and it was after racking up 14 unexcused tardies (that's merely half of the real number) in 3 months and neglecting 5 priority account files for nearly 2 years. I can't leave on my own will, mainly because my conscience always has to remind me that I have bills that must be paid every month. I was hoping the meeting they called me into yesterday was to inform me that I was being let go. I was hoping since I can't leave on my own, maybe them letting me go would be the only way out of this trap. But then again, it's a trap. There is no escaping. People grown comfortable reporting to 8 different bosses, listening to their favorite morning radio show while staring at a computer screen in a tight fit cubilce slowly devolping Carpal Tunnel Syndrome and a 50 inch waist, earning a modest but nothing out of the ordinary paycheck while investing their future into a company that can really give 2 shits about you, and eliminating you is as easy as a writeoff in their General Ledger. There is no escaping this trap. It's just that, a trap....

  2. its about time i came out of the closet: I LOVE FRANCE. :D

     

    I love french fries, french non-bathing smell, french politics, all of it!  Theyre just the bestest people.  I love them almost as much as i love not logging out of other people's computers. :D

     

    For the record, I did not post this. Damn you Nick...

  3. Now, i work saturdays, but if this is actually the 29th, my calendar shows that as a week from tomorrow (weds)...$20 to see the Roots live? Hell fuck yeah!  Anyone else want in? (im lookin at Ario & Duads here...)

     

    I'm down. $20 is reasonable. I hear teh Beastie Boys concert is around $50, I love Kweli, but he ain't paying my bills ya dig? But I'm down for the Roots.

  4. I got a brand new gangstress who argue and steams with reefer

    And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah

    Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper

    This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker

    We slidin through the ruckus, with prada on the chuckus

    Soon as spring break hoes home from college wanna fuck us

    I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas

    I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us

    Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros

    When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero

    I'ma break before I lay floor burried

    Besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plad ain't burbury

    You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen

    You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy

    I know to watch botherin your vision

    But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of your religion

    Why party wit a pigeon?

    I'm blowin a 10 cause Bush handin out flyers for a party in a prison

    I'm in the gucci vest with the green and red straps

    I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack

    Now every morning's a fast start

    And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark

    Run, move startin a wave

    And leave with 12 shells in your mouth like a carton of eggs

    I'm a young pimp pardon my age

    I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin' my braids

    Niggas find what club they at

    Take 'em with us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac

    Your advance is from grey Acura

    See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'

    I go the college on the tour

    I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur

    I keep my ammo clean, tecks polished in the drawer

    Camera's by the hamper that monitor the floor

    By now, you probably heard of me

    Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me

    Burglary, I'm leavin with your nike's burgendy, White T, burgendy

    You match now, back down

    Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear

    Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gear

    Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years

    Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs

    You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya

    I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha

    You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive

    You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized

    It's a damn shame y'all still local

    I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals

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