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Booted

Booted The boss was a real ing wanker who abused his position Now he’s got the golden boot and is no longer there But he goes to the company cark park to see his lieutenant Who is just the same as him an equal seller more arrogant! The original boss was quite a nice guy not a bastard It was his elite selling unit he set up that stunk of elitism You’re not ing fighter pilots so why the fake Godliness It all stinks of bull and **** licking all the way Tong that far up the butt it comes outa their damn mouth Who will fill the original boss’ boots will it be his lieutenant? Who went to the same skool and was trained the same way Instructions and orders are sent via messenger do this and that Keep at it run the account my way this way I’m still there My influence is like Uncle Joe Stalin always present and seeing Give them Hell drove them to break to leave hire and fire ‘em Still give me some wanga it’s my account even if I’m booted

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