Job is necessary to everybody, Cause you know, no money, no honey. But you know I don’t like it. I will never be bind to it. Making money is a funny game. I don’t care if you are lame, I don’t care if you are poor, Cause word money makes me boor. Selling drugs, selling guns, Selling kids and selling cunts. I don’t mind if it’s illegal. This dark business makes me regal. People work six days a week. Work, TV, bad wife, they’re geek! Their problems are null for me. I’m gonna a millioner to be!
I don’t work hard cause you know. Bloody money make me crawl! Every time I think about you. I decide how to cheat you!
I don’t like you! I hate this society! Money is my favorite due. Cause I like only money. Don’t stay every one! Yeah. Give your money to me.
I get cash, I have chief. But gist of work Knows only he. I get job. It is odd. But I was learnt Don’t ask a lot.
I’d like understand, what’s fucking going on here! But I think, that there is something leer. I have never told to any other workman. And my work full of peculiar lans. I suppose that I do something awful. They lie, things we do are real lawful. I afraid, that it leads to great troubles. And in my life I might endless tumble. I don’ t wanna die.