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"Don't look at the carpet, look at the dirt I just pulled out of it.

You think your house is clean? You’re living in a lie.

I’m White Devil... and I’m here to show you the truth." I’m a menace with a brush and a belt and a motor,

I’m smelling the dust, I’m the vacuum promoter!

I knock on the door, let the nozzle just roar,

If you think that your floor isn't filthy, you’re poor—

In the head! Look at the bag, look at the grey and the black,

I’m White Devil, I’m deadly, I’m on the attack!

I crank the attachment, I blank the detachment,

I sign every contract, I bank the dispatchment!

I don't need a lead, I need a stain on the rug,

I’m plugged in the socket, I’m giving the shrug—

When they ask for the price, I just tell 'em "It’s life,"

Now hand me the pen ‘fore I talk to your wife! (The Anthem)

Work-ethic, work-ethic, yeah I got it in my DNA,

Grinding from the basement to the ceiling, yeah we find a way.

From the door-to-door, now we’re on the floor of the stock exchange,

Gator in the lyrics, yeah the mindset never gonna change.

I’m a closer, I’m a boss, I’m a visionary king,

Watch the hustle, watch the flow, watch the glory that it bring! Yeah, okay, I used to push the Kirby, now the vision isn’t blurry,

I moved on to the softener, I’m never in a hurry.

Because I learned the mechanics on the steps of the porch,

Now I’m holding the water and I’m passing the torch.

See, the minerals are heavy, but the signature is light,

I study every precinct, I’m closing 'em tonight.

I’m precise with the testing, I’m precise with the drops,

I show 'em the calcium, the selling never stops.

I follow-up like a pro, keep the pipeline flowing,

Gator got the technique, yeah, the revenue is growing.

From the filter to the brine, yeah, I’m mastering the line,

I’m a graduate of grinding, man, the victory is mine! White Devil: "Yo, Gator... how many units you move today?"

Gator: "Moved ten systems, Devil. High-ticket. Clean water, clean money."

White Devil: "Man, I’m still lugging this G10 around. My back is killing me."

Gator: "Respect the grind, kid. You gotta master the Kirby to appreciate the softener. Study the close."

White Devil: "Whatever. I got a lead in the next block. See you at the top."

Gator: "I’m already here. Just sign the line."

(Sound of a Kirby powering down and a water faucet turning on)