Feel like Still might Still write Real life Gonna jump on stage Kill mikes Still white Hate life Brake lights Stage fright Drawin'a blank, like Up! Down!
What up, Manny? I know. You was late today, Smith. It wasn't my fault. My car wouldn't start. It ain't never your fault. I don't want to hear it. I guess this probably isn't the best timing, but I really need some extra shifts, Manny. Are you shittin' me? You just started working here... Hey, Dutton.
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[All Laughing] You again? It look like a fuckin' handicap convention in here. - Bunch of crippled motherfuckers. - Oh, yeah. Don't shoot!
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Up.! Down.!
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"B. "got more.! Say no more.! B-Rabbit advances to the next round.! He's goin' to the finals. He's goin' up against Papa Doc. That's the way it's goin' down. A'ight, check this. Check this. We're goin' to have a 15-minute intermission. Make sure you tip the bartenders and all that. Fifteen minutes, y'all. Y'all be back for the final round, all right? Yeah, that's all right, 'cause Wink got mo' than seven digits from yo' bitch!