| A-are you still with the Network Health insurance this year?
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| I am no longer with them, but if you can help me, I would gladly be with you
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| guys!
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| 'Kay, well, we’re not—we're not offering health insurance
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| Uh, well, what are you—
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| I work with all the small-type members of Network Health plans
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| Hmm!
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| So, are you not insured through your employer this year?
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| Uh actually, I need some insurance. |
| I’m glad you called, 'cause I need some
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| help. |
| I have a situation, I don’t know where to go, but with your plan,
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| I’m pretty sure you can give me somewhere to go to relieve me of my left ball
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| itch
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| Eh… okay, Devin?
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| Yes, sir?
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| — with the Network Health group—are you still with the Network Health insurance?
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| Uh, do you think, from your work experience, that you guys can help me with my
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| left nut itching constantly, every day? |
| What do you think?
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| We don’t have anything to fix for that
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| Well, what about the right nut itching every day?
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| We have… nothing for that either
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| For no nuts?
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| No
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| You don’t have a testicle clause in there anywhere?
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| No
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| Glad you can’t be of help! |
| You’re wasting my time, and my left nut is still
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| itching, you son of a bitch
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| Another block beater for you musty cock eaters
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| Ashy ankle niggas with no socks who rock sneakers
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| I’m just fuckin' with ya, I don’t knock peoples
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| Unless you love to smoke, but you never got reefer
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| I’m not new, they call me school, but I’m a leader
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| With my Peter, I’ll pipe your wife in my Adidas
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| To the crowd, for an hour I’ll keep ya
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| Blow front row, in the back, top bleachers
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| Wave your dick beaters in the air, freaky bitches
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| But hide your panties from your man, he’ll see the leakage
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| Ay Dave, that’s not gonna work man, you gotta try somethin' else.
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| No, I’m serious, try somethin' else
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| These freaks and these sluts be like Swisher Sweet guts
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| Get dumped after I give them this meat and these nuts
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| I date 'em, fake 'em, erase 'em, replace 'em
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| You chase 'em, you take 'em, mace 'em, then rape 'em
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| For goodness' sake, I’m just sayin' I’m the opposite
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| Never have to lie on my dick, but still I’m not a snitch
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| I got a bitch who—
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| Ay Dave, that’s not gonna work either, buddy. |
| Nope
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| Bitches tiptoe to put the tulips on my pubics
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| I grab 'em by their two hips, twist their legs up like a Rubik’s Cube
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| Who? |
| It’s Dude, or just call me Devin
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| Every hour of the day I’m coffee-sippin'
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| Never whippin' my dick out unless I plan to use it
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| Like your gun or your wallet, man, you can’t abuse it
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| You—what?
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| God damn, man, … don’t even worry about it, man, don’t—don't worry about it |