New Recording 666

I wanna make dubstep. Dubstep. Yes. Why. Because. Why. I don't know. I just want to make Dubstep with my black girl magic. Half black. ...half-black girl magic. You can't. There's no such thing. Yes there is. No there isn't. Yes there is--if there's black girl magic, and i'm half black, then there's half black half black girl magic. Yess...but you can't use that to make dubstep. I can't. No. You can't. Okay...what....do I need to make dubstep? Talent. Okay-- Ahaaaa, just kidding. ? You need Satan. WHAT? Yeaaaah. I know. I'm not a fan either, but. FAN? Aren't you afraid of him? Nah. Satan can't do shit. Then how do I need him to make dubstep. He's very powerful. I don't need Satan to make dubstep music. Oh you don't. No. I need money. God. Huh. I need money. Okay. How much. Like $20,000,000 Like twenty-million dollars. Yes. Ok. Really?! Sure! Like US dollars TWENTY MILLION US DOLLARS?! ARE YOU CRAZY?! You know know I am! FINE— but you know what?! Fine?! Wait—really?! What?! Ask Satan first—see what he says. WHAT! Why would I ask Satan about anything?! He knows lots of things. NO! Just ask him. NO! I hate that guy! Why?! Cause he's Satan! Fair. It's not fair. People worship him. Just ask him. Why?! Because. That way you get FORTY Million Dollars. What! 20 from me—and $20 from him— What the fuck! God! —But! He's going to want a favor. I ain't doing Satan any favors! —just ask him; he'll do it—I'll handle the favor. What the fuck… Whatever he asks you to do, just come and tell me; I'll take care of it— Take care of what? We'll see. Then I'll give you twenty million dollars. US Dollars?! Are you sure you don't want KWD? What is that?! Too late! USD! —AGH!

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