You asked me a question
I gave you the answer
What more do you want from me?
Tech support is and was always free
There is nothing left that I can give you
Told you everything that I know
Would you like for me to bleed?
Would it help fulfill your consumer need?
Just say the word, I'll do the deed
Slice my wrists and let the juices flow
Are you through with reaming me a new asshole?
Because if you're not, just say so
I'd like to get myself a jar of vaseline
What's that you say?
paper crumpling
Maam, your phone is breaking up
more paper crumpling
You need to call back on a clearer channel
even more crumpling of paper
And I hope you end up sucking cock in Hell
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No, I didn't say anything of the sort
paper crumple paper
I said, It sounds like there is a sock over your cell
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Are you done chewing off my head?
Like a preying mantis, caught in your mandibles
I struggle just to make it till the end of my shift
What more do you want from me?
Tech support is and was always free
There is nothing left that I can give you
Not a coupon, nor a free gift
Do you really think I could have it rougher?
As if there was more that I could suffer
I'm hanging up now, you whining moaning
Silly stupid fucking idiot
ca-lick
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