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叙情詩 |
{Ken Kaniff} I'm gonna call this motherfucker. Oh fuck yeah. Give him a piece of mind. A piece of my ass.
{Operator} Thank you for waiting. Hello, may I help you.
{Ken Kaniff} Oh thank you. I need to make a collect call.
{Operator} What number?
{Ken Kaniff} Oh the number is **6-2**
{Operator} At the tone, please say your name.
{Ken Kaniff} Kenneth Kaniff, from Connecticut. Automated piece of shit.
{Eminem} Yo.
{Ken Kaniff} Hey there, cock boy.
{Eminem} Who's this?
{Ken Kaniff} This is Ken Kaniff.
{Eminem} Who?
{Ken Kaniff} Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, you little bitch.
{Eminem} From Connecticut? I don't know nobody in Connecticut.
{Ken Kaniff} Yeah, you wanna get a hotel room with me?
{Eminem} A hotel room?
{Ken Kaniff} Yeah, you want me to lick your ass, Eminem?
{Eminem} Yo, who is this, K?
{Ken Kaniff} You want me to fuckin melt in your mouth and not in your hand? Melt in your ass you little cock boy.
{Eminem} Yo, shut up you little bitch.
{Ken Kaniff} Oh, you think I'm lying huh...
{Eminem} Hahahahahaha |