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MY NAME IS RALSEI IM DRIVING A MERCEDES BENZ

    hello
    
    my name is
    
    my name is ralsei
    
    i'm driving a mercedes benz
    
    my name is mercedes benz
    
    these are my friends
    
    i'm a ba
    
    i'm driving a mercedes benz
    
    my name is mercedes benz
    
    WHATS YOUR NAME KID?
    
    uhhh mercedes benz, i like to cum. i wear mercedes benz
    
    did you know... *sniff*
    
    that i'mmmmm driving a mercedes bens?
    
    *moan* NOOO!!!
    
    if you're
    
    if you enjoyed this parody don't forget to like subscribe
    
    also, sorry
    
    back to parody unnngh~
    
    SHOW ME YOUR CAR
    
    RALSEI, RALSEI SHOW ME YOUR CAR
    
    okayyy here is my car
    
    WOAH... IS THAT A... A MERCEDES BENZ?
    
    it's a motherfucking mercedez benz.
    Ralsei: "Hello my name is, my name is Ralsei *sniff*. I am driving a Mercedes Benz. These are my friends. Am driving a Mercedes Benz, my name is Mercedes Benz."
    Susie: "What's your name? , kid"
    Ralsei: "Ah, Mercedes Benz, I like to come *heavy breath* on my Mercedes Benz... Do you know *sniff* that I am driving a Mercedes Benz?."
    Susie: "NOoOo... Ah, show me your car.Ralsei, Ralsei, show me your car."
    Ralsei: "Okay. There is my car-
    Susie: "WOOOW!, say, i-is that a Mercedes- "
    Ralsei: "IT'S A FUCKING MERCEDES BENZZZ" 
    HELLO
    
    MY NAME IS
    
    MY NAME IS RALSEI
    
    IM DRIVING A MERCEDES BENZ
    
    MY NAME IS MERCEDES BENZ
    
    THESE ARE MY FRENS
    
    ...
    
    WHATS YOUR NAME KID??
    
    ah- "Mercedes benz"
    
    DID YOU KNOW
    
    *snuff*
    
    That I drive a Mercedes Benz?
    
    *INHALE*
    
    NO
    
    RALSEI
    
    RALSEI SHOW ME YOUR CAR
    
    

    She sells seashells on a seashore

      She sells seashells on a seashore
      But the value of these shells will fall
      Due to the laws of supply and demand
      No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand
      
      Step 1: you must create a sense of scarcity
      Shells will sell much better if the people think they’re rare, you see
      Bare with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island
      Stockpile 'em high until they’re rarer than a diamond
      
      Step 2: you gotta make the people think that they want 'em
      Really want 'em, really fuckin' want 'em, hit 'em like Bronson
      Influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainment
      If you haven’t got a shell, then you're just a fucking wasteman
      
      Three: it's monopoly, invest inside some property
      Start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly
      "Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy
      Swallow all your morals, they're a poor man's quality
      Four: expand, expand, expand
      Clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hand
      Five: why just shells? Why limit yourself?
      She sells seashells, sell oil as well
      
      Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks
      Sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock
      Seven: press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes
      Then run to be the president of the United States
      
      Eight: big smile mate, big wave, that's great
      Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate
      Nine: Polarise the people, controversy is the game
      It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name
      
      Ten: the world is yours
      Step out on a stage to a round of applause
      You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore
      And you sell seashells on the seashore
      She sells seashells on a seashore But the value of these shells will fall (This is a reference to the popular tongue twister “She Sells Seashells” which goes like this:
      
      She sells seashells by the seashore, But the seashells she sells aren’t seashells, I’m sure. So if she sells seashells on the seashore, Then I’m not sure if she sells real seashore shells.) Due to the laws of supply and demand No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand (“The laws of Supply and Demand” is a piece of microeconomics theory which states that prices of goods and services are based around the relationship between supply and consumer demand. A product with low demand and high supply will have its price fall and a product with high demand and low supply will have its price increase.")
      
      Step one: you must create a sense of scarcity Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare, you see Bare with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island Stockpile 'em high until they’re rarer than a diamond (To start breaking the laws of supply and demand, you can create artificial scarcity of goods by withholding consumer’s access to the competitions' goods or withholding the sale of these goods, to make consumers percieve these goods as rarer.
      
      This is what happened with diamonds, where monopolistic companies withheld the supply of diamonds to create artificial scarcity.)
      
      Step two: you gotta make the people think that they want 'em Really want 'em, really fuckin' want 'em, (Through manufactured consent and advertisements and other strategies, you want to create more demand for a product, so you can sell it more easily.) hit 'em like Bronson (This is a reference to the 2008 movie Bronson, a movie about the real life story of Michael Peterson aka Charles Bronson who is often called “Britain’s most violent prisoner”) Influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainment If you haven't got a shell, then you're just a fucking waste, man (People have a strong desire to “fit in”, and one would abuse this desire by creating a sense that if you don’t own X product, you aren’t part of “us”. The same thing is happening with brand clothing, phones, computer parts, and more.)
      
      Three: it's monopoly, invest inside some property (Monopoly is a Hasbro board game where players buy properties around the board. This step tells the listener to do the same in the real world.
      
      Monopoly is also the state of owning complete stock of a certain object or service. At this point, provided the listener followed the previous steps, the listener should have a monopoly on seashells.)* Start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly "Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy Swallow all your morals, they're a poor man's quality *(If you put morals over anything, you create less profit because you’re using money on properly providing for consumers, paying your workers, and so on. Creating maximum profit would require not valuing morals at all, and pushing everyone else down and abusing them for profit.
      
      These companies don’t care about how they get this profit.
      
      And this works because the general public buys the products anyways, “But point the mirror at ourselves We’re all part of this old money game”) Start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly "Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy
      
      Four: expand, expand, expand Clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hands (Companies like McDonalds and Coca-Cola are expanding in the forests, clearing tons of important trees, and also particularly assassinating and murdering people who protest against this.)
      
      Five: why just shells? Why limit yourself? She sells seashells, sell oil as well (You won’t just make money selling only one product, sell other objects like oil, which is highly profitable.)
      
      Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks (Besides selling what you started out with, sell other stocks in order to gain even more money. This line states to sell everything even if it’s illegal, guns, diamonds, rocks (crack cocaine) if it makes you a ton of money. This is further reinforced by the fact the song is about making money through the loss of morals and ethics) Sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock (A fish needs water to live, and a clock needs the time to function. Sell the people what they need = MAX PROFIT, because they have to pay you to survive.)
      
      Seven: press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes (This is alluding to Right Accelerationism, a sociopolitical belief that calls for the rapid advancement of capitalism through adaptations such as in marketing, automation, and other digital technologies. Examples of right accelerationism emerging today are cryptocurrencies and digital algorithms. Furthermore, it is to not let anything stand in the way of profit and gains. Speeding can put yourself and others in massive danger, but can also be thrilling. Sometimes, businesses that take big risks emerge to become the most successful.) Then run to be the president of the United States (This is likely a reference to Donald J. Trump, a proclaimed businessman who infamously ran for president of the United States, and won the election.)
      
      Eight: big smile mate, big wave, that's great Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate (Most corrupt people hate the truth coming out, so they will do anything to prevent what they actually do from existing in the public’s eyes, even if they have to break the law. It also refers to how truth is dead and politicians and businessmen can lie and still be trusted and supported. And also, since you went through how to be a corrupt but loved politician and tycoon, you were also lying your way to the top as well.)
      
      Nine: Polarise the people, controversy is the game It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name (Polarizing people means to divide peoples opinions and get them to fight against each other so they aren’t united to fight against you.
      
      For example, the media often uses ‘the left’ or ‘the right’ to generalize half the country when talking about politics, despite everyone being an individual. People also like the concept of bad and good, because it requires much less thought than seeing both sides of an argument and formulating their own opinion.
      
      Additionally, most companies, or at least their CEOs, think that there’s no such thing as bad publicity. Even if someone does bad things, people will continue to recognize it and know their name.
      
      This line is likely specifically focused on Donald Trump, especially with the previous line about running to be the president of the United States. Infamously, the sheer volume of media coverage helped Donald Trump win the 2016 election, even though a great majority of news coverage was negative.)
      
      Ten: the world is yours, step out on a stage to a round of applause You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore, and you sell seashells on the seashore (You followed your dreams of becoming a capitalist by following Luigi’s wise words)

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            Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven but every “nevermore” is replaced with “go fuck yourself”

              Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.”
              
              Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore.
              
              And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more.”
              
              Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there and nothing more.
              
              Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”— Merely this and nothing more.
              
              Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
              
              Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
              
              Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Go fuck yourself.”
              
              Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
              
              Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door— Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Go fuck yourself.”
              
              But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
              
              That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said “Go fuck yourself.”
              
              Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
              
              “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore— Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ‘Go- go fuck yourself’.”
              
              But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
              
              Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking “Go fuck yourself.”
              
              This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
              
              To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, Go fuck yourself!
              
              Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
              
              Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven “Go fuck yourself.”
              
              “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
              
              Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!” Quoth the Raven “Go fuck yourself.”
              
              “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
              
              By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” Quoth the Raven “Go fuck yourself.”
              
              “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
              
              “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven “Go fuck yourself.”
              
              And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
              
              On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—Go fuck yourself!