The first 145 lines.
Mary, don't run, babe.
Hell, I'm not gonna hurt you.
It's an instinct.
Hell, I enjoy it like you enjoy a dick.
I find it
ironic, even poetic, you know?
Nah, I'm just fucking with you, sweetheart.
Honey, come back.
Help me.
Help me, please. - Fuck away from me, bitch.
The fuck?
Help me.
You real?
Help me.
Get the fuck away from me.
He is after me.
Who's after you?
- He's after me. - Who's after you?
He's gonna kill me. Please.
Huh, nah, you need to get away from me.
Please. Oh please.
No, stop. Stop.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Please.
Got ya.
Hmm, this isn't a toy.
Big deal. It's just a mask.
Stay away from my room, and don't touch my shit.
Yeah, I know why you wear that mask.
You don't know shit.
You steal car from Camel,
and you wear that so no one recognizes
Hey, I don't work for anyone.
You're just making shit up, Ed.
Bro, let me go with you. I have a mask, too.
What?
Hey, man, don't be like me.
Please, man, be better than me.
Man, stop acting gay, wey.
Hey, just be a kid.
I love you, man.
All right? I love you, you little dumb-ass.
Yeah, are you gonna die?
Man, the only bad thing about you is your breath.
The fuck.
Hmm, that little asshole.
Ma, I'll be back.
I'm just gon' be hanging out with Ducky.
Hey, get in, bitch.
I got more amps in this motherfucker.
, nice car, homeboy.
- For sure. - Whoa.
Shit tight, right.
Hell yeah.
Told your ass I.
What do you mean?
'Sup, bitch.
You ready to get this money, dog?
Hell yeah, Bro, lets fucking go.
I'm gonna smoke.
I just need some money for myself, man.
Fuck these hos.
Fuck this bitches. Get money.
Know what I am saying?
I feel that shit.
Wey.
Bitch, lets go.
Hey, bitch.
Uh, oh. Hey, Daddy.
Here, some money for you.
Oh, of course.
- Thank you. - Thank you, Daddy. Thank you.
Oh, yeah. Oh.
Say, dog, did you know that Robin Hood was a real person?
Yeah, no shit.
You really need stop smoking that shit, wey.
Nah, man, for real, check this shit out.
So, one time
I heard that shit...
That shit makes you dick little, dog.
Man, uh, I hope you wake up one day
and there's a dick in your mouth.
Shit, shh.
All right, we're good.
Bitch, you talk too much when you're nervous.
Bitch, of course, I'm nervous.
Fuck, man, bitch,
uh, I know this your last job and all,
but I got a bad feeling about this shit, dog.
You know your brother asked me
not to bring you tonight, wey?
Maybe we should call it off.
Man, fuck that puto.
He's always body guarding my weed and shit.
Well, if he finds out, he's gonna kill me and you.
Anyway.
This is my last job, homie,
and I, I, I just need the money
to buy my girl a beeper and shit, man.
Are you still with that slim-thick chick from West D?
Don't talk shit about my brownie, gay boy,
before I smoke your ass.
Man, put that shit away
before you shoot your little dick off, hmm, thick-ass boy.
Hmm, man, you're right. Fuck it.
Odd are, someone killing you with your own gun,
you are 11 more times more likely
to be killed with your own gun.
Man, that's bullshit.
Plus, bitch.
Bitch, why are you wearing the eye makeup?
What, are you jealous?
Man, just wear your fucking mask, wey.
What's the point of wearing a mask
if people can tell what race you are, fool.
Think about it. Hmm?
That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
Are you ready, bitch?
Hey, by the way.
Why do I get this cheap-ass duck mask
when you get that badass devil mask?
Was a gift from my uncle.
Man, fuck this cheap-ass duck shit.
Tell Coco I want one, too.
Do I look scary?
You look like a broke-ass Batman, dick.
Man, let's get this shit over with already.
Word.
Fuck.
Get the fuck out of here, homie.
'Kay, that way.
Fuck. See, fuck face?
Fuck, man.
Now we can't any of that fucking car.
God, no, really fucked, homeboy.
Man, fuck you, bitch. That's my fault?
Well, now what the fuck are we gonna do?
Huh, I heard there's a party down the street, Sunset.
"Sunset"?
You got a death wish, asshole?
We'll just cruise by, all right,
see if we find a car there.
That's, that's that car that camel wanted.
He specifically said that car.
No, he said a car, not that car.
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