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Recorded Apr 17th, 2018 on Hamell's phone at The Low Beat, Albany NY. Thanks to anonymous bar patrons for chipping in!
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AGGIE AND THE D.A.
You're bleeding everywhere, throw a plug in there, try and find your panties Aggie, do something with your hair. The crotchless ones will do, got the heaven's view, got a mission here Aggie, counting on you.
We fucked til 8am, and you want to go again, there's a line out the door, got to let them in.
Hungover no doubt, jukebox way too loud, here at the Apocalypse we get the breakfast crowd.
Hey Aggie! Hey Aggie!
There's a wallet that you'll see, in the wallet is a key, in the pocket of the D. A. and the key is what I need. He breaks from the courthouse, at lunchtime he gets soused, spread your legs there Aggie and we'll watch him get aroused. Spread eagle won't you shock, he's harder than a rock, I put a roofie in his drink and you won't have to suck his cock. Now the chumps elastic, steal his keys and plastic, your seats all wet you're a tad enthusiastic. He's copping Z's, steal his wallet and his keys, she's got his limp dick and she's taking much selfies.
Hey Aggie! Hey Aggie!
Well my shift it ends at 4, and I'm stocked and out the door, key to a strongbox, Citibank, second floor. The guard is cracking wise, I can see it in his eyes, he's skeptical of intent but he fucks my sister on the side. The key is in the lock, and it comes as no great shock, graphic pictures of children as they suck a D.A.'s cock. Nauseated? I feel ya. Pictures? I steal ya. Documenting that D.A. and his shithead pedophilia. He's on a stool, in a pool of drool, pants around his ankles, and she's piercing his limp tool. The pictures now I spread, Aggie gets all red, we bring him to the basement and we shoot him in the head. Plays like a suicide hit, I clean up and split, when the gun goes off, Aggie's playing with her clit.
Hey Aggie! Hey Aggie!
We throw him in the car, front page of the Star, a convincing suicide and I'm back in the bar. Pictures in his lap, a suicide note confessed his crap, I stock for the morning me and Aggie take a nap. It's the end of the D.A. glad he's out of the way, Aggie's checking those selfies, across the bed she sprays.
Hey Aggie! Hey Aggie!
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